On our 3rd day in Queenstown the adrenaline and nightlife was beginning to take its toll. Nothing better to blow away the cobwebs than a round of frisbee golf then. to benefit from a cheeky 5 dollar dinner and a pint deal, all you had to do was turn up at 2pm for a quick round. Hot on the heels of yesterday's bet with Josh, we decided that we could raise the level of competition with the promise of a 25 dollar kitty for the winner. This meant that competition was fierce but after opting to play for their lunch the day before, the veterans Shil ,Gaz & Griff were setting all the standards. The concept is pretty self explanatory but the details were hazy to me until I saw the course. The course is set in and around trees on the edge of the huge lake which can be seen from pretty much anywhere in Queenstown, and golf's many holes are replaced by baskets ready to catch any decent putting attempts. However, the key thing, which I learnt pretty soon after launching my frisbee in the wrong direction, was to establish which basket you should be aiming for and whether or not there is another target which replaces a basket- whether it be hitting a trunk beneath a certain height or finishing by passing between two trees.
As always, consistency was well rewarded, except for my own consistency which was just consistently awful. Shil went more for the daisy-cutter approach - skimming his frisbee along the ground - while Gaz & Matt went more for a much more gung-ho technique. Gaz and Griff ran out the eventual winners - Gaz winning a hole in one challenge which rewarded him with a shot from each player, and Griff winning overall. From Gaz's state after all his shots it was clear that he had got the better deal, launched into party mode by his prizes! My personal highlight was the scorecard complete with nicknames: Pissy No Shoes (Shil - I won't go into the details of how he earnt that nickname), Naked Dan, Welsh Sheep Shagger (Gareth), Pizza Boy (Josh) - who was still in pain after his heroics the night before! - , Pamela Anderson (Matt) and Griff as the Pom.
Since we had brought a rugby ball out with us to the frisbee course, we'd been chucking it about and found out that Gaz (Full name: Gareth Jones - could he be any more Welsh?) had represented the Wales U25 International Team. Naturally we were all keen to play a bit of rugby with him and it resulted in a fierce 3-on-3, backs vs. forwards touch rugby match. Needless to say, as it was touch, the forwards (Matt, Gaz & I) got beaten. Clearly if there's been some contact things would have gone differently! All in all it was a right laugh because the ground was super-muddy and none of us could keep our grip on the ground resulting in some wipeouts that would've been a lot more fitting on a ski slope.
We got back in time to find that Chloe, who had left us behind to buzz around Oz back in Taupo, had finally arrived. She had been warning us for a few days that she intended to crash the Queenstown reunion but because she had been super-ill, flight attendants had stopped her boarding a couple of planes before she finally completed the hop from Sydney to QT. It was great to catch up with her and gave us another stellar excuse for a big night out - we had been determined to make the most of QT as soon as we had got there but it always helps to have an extra reason to hit the bars! Predrinks were the name of the game and on our last night with some Aussie lads in Griff's dorm, an inspired decision to strap a camera to one of their helmets led to some hilarious footage. Griff had decided that it was time to line up some bins along the corridor and jump over them. Cue a bin breakage and a not-so-pleased member of the hostel staff having a rant at Griff - all captured silent-movie style on video. Priceless.
Griff's night only got worse as a skewed drunken idea inspired me to pick up Griff as we wondered to Buffalo bar, before Josh, in turn, picked me up and we all came tumbling down. The diesel (what a brilliant name for coke and bourbon) had clearly done it's job and minus an injured Griff, we spent the rest of the evening dancing in numerous bars. Queenstown is just never dull!
Over & out
Dan / Burge