So we arrived in a gorgeous hotel-style lodge at the base of mount Cook, the largest mountain in New Zealand, only I was too tired and poorly to really appreciate it. The glacier clung to the mountains side with vivid blue craters that made it look like it was growling at the valley below. We had the most stunning view from our bedroom window and the air was already warmer from the chill of Queenstown. After slobbing about in the room for a few hours we thought i...

As we come into Queentown, Seagull pulls into the first bungy bridge in New Zealand. There you had the option to do a 43m bungy that day or organise any future bungies you may be doing during your time in Queenstown. Before I knew it I was handing over my debit card to pay for the Nevis Bungy, a 134m drop and the second highest in the world. There were five of us altogether, all girls, and we were all bonkers. That afternoon there was one guy who did the 43m bung...

O my Lordy, when Seagull went on about the scenery down the west coast I thought he was just being a patriotic lover of his own country, but as I looked groggily out of the window of the smelly bus I realised he couldn't be more right. The views through the mountains were breathtaking, topped off nicely by the glorious weather we were having. Apparently the weather down the west coast is notorious for being very wet and windy so we had been so lucky so far with t...

I don't remember the ferry ride to Picton on the south island because I was asleep. My St Paddys Day hangover had set in nicely and the whole hour of sleep I had at the hostel proved not enough to keep me conscience throughout the crappy kids film that they put on in the cinema. As the ferry came into port we were greeted by beautiful sunshine and lush green forest. As we collected our luggage we caught our first glimpse of our new bus and chain-smoking driver ca...

This morning I was doing something mum has always wanted to do, so much so that I actually felt guilty that I was doing it and she wasn't. I am, of course, talking about white water rafting. That feeling soon disappeared though as a squeezed myself into my second wetsuit and helmet in two days. There were eight of us in the raft including the instructor who was a cocky b****** called Gofor. When soon realised how cocky he was when, as we went over the first rapid...