Alright, finally in queenstown, the place I've been longing to get to since I started seeing videos of the nevis bungy. Love the town already, every single building on the main road has got something to do with some adventure s***, like bungy, jet boating, canyon swing.... The big fish in the context being the nevis bungy and the shotover canyon jet.
Queenstown is by the way the birthplace of bungy, a dude named AJ Hackett, kiwi guy of course, started the first site on a bridge called Kawarau Bridge, and that Will be My first stop tomorrow morning. When we arrived here, me and Aisling went straight to the booking office and signed up for the nevis jump. BUT, if you combine it with the nevis SWING it only costs like 110$ extra, and adding a third jump/swing is just 25$ more, so what the f***...
400$ later I've booked in for the first bungy in the world, the biggest one in Australasia and the biggest swing in the world... Was bound to happen.
By the way, queenstown might very well be one of the most beautifull places in the world, with The Remarkables rising just across the lake from the gently sloping hill of Queenstown center.
But anyway, we went around town a bit, waiting for the game to start (the all blacks were playing Ireland, and we needed to find a pub where they watched it). Luckily, we went past one called Pog Mahones, an classic Irish pub, with extra everything. Pog Mahones is, as a side note might I add, a deliberate misspelling of Pog mo thoin, but pronounced just the same. Pog mo thoin in turn is apparently a classic Irish phrase meaning "kiss my arse", so you see why they spelled it wrong on purpose.
How DO I know all this fascinating facts, ask you? Well, on out bus, there are 5 ppl, the driver, me, two taiwanese girls and one Irish girl named Aisling. Start drinking and watching rugby with the irish, and all sorts of knowledge falls out. Some being about the mothers of the other teams players, some being about irish customs (e.g. naming a bar Kiss My Ass)
Inbetween the booking of bungy and yelling at a tv with a beer in our hands came devouring a burger containing about half a cow, two tons of cheese, buns the size of my head and enough calories to feed Africa for a week. Don't mess with FergBurgers... Tasted great aswell (even though it looks horrible in the picture), atleast until I started regarding it as battle of willpower and determination to eat the whole thing. Then I was too focused on not exploding to really enjoy it.
Feels a bit like pulp fiction with the timeline of this post, but it is coming to a close soon enough. I just have to add that we decided to go out and check out the bar next to Base, Altitude.
Always a good place to look for a party near Base hostels. Plus we found out they had a limbo contest with the prize being a shotover jet tour, and guess who kicked some butt?
Tallest guy in the competition went down the lowest and now I saved 120$ on a jet boat trip. ^^
My wok is done!