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And so another two days in Queenstown. First night was a quiet one as everyone was nackered. Next morning, six of us lads went luging off the hill in the middle of town. Basically speeding downhill on wooden go-karts with no brakes. After the first run, full contact was encouraged for a change by the stewards, even giving us push starts. Itty (Matt) managed to flip his cart completely, and we managed a few interesting poses for the camera... After all that excitement, it was off to play some pool and have a few beers, followed by a few games of ten pin bowling (yours truely back to winning ways), then finishing with a few bars in town for some goodbye drinks.
Next stop, Christchurch, the most English city in New Zealand apparently. The day started slowly thanks to amonster hangover, and to be honest I remember very little about the journey up country apart from seeing Mount Cook and a statue of a dog by a church. Arrived early evening and things improved somewhat with a trip to the park to watch Canterbury lose to Wellington in the Air New Zealand Cup. They sell nice chips at that ground.
Sadly that was the highlight of the town, and as the next day was raining and cold and overcast, me and Jason (new Canadian buddy) went to the local travel agents and booked tickets to fly to Fiji and Rarotonga. A quiet evening followed (apart from being abused by some local lasses in a random party for not watching netball), and the next day I was up bright and early to cheer England to glory over the Frenchies! We then checked out and had to kick our heels till 2am the next day when our cab arrived to take us to the airport.
Note - Base Christchurch is the worst hostel ever!
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