Once again we woke up far too early, in the hopes that we would get a decent breakfast before heading to Queenstown. We ended up going to a café which our bus driver had recommended, and seeing as it was before 8am, we were the only kiwi experience people who made it there - shocker.
Stuffed full of scrambled eggs and bacon and still not feeling 100% we set off to puzzling world for an hour and a half of mind-numbing rooms that we were far too tired to deal with. One room was so slanted that it made you feel like you were drunk - not a very nice feeling at 9am. The final challenge was a 30-90 minute maze where you had to find 4 towers and then the exit. We tried our best but after only finding 2 of the towers in 20 minutes, we bailed on the maze idea and took the emergency exit out.
Our next stop was Mrs Jones' ice cream where some people tried kiwi fruit ice-cream (I decided to stick to the classic cookies and cream), and it made me think again about how much business these small road-side places got from kiwi experience stopping there. Definitely enough to not worry about going out of business!
The last stop before Queenstown was a taster of things to come as we arrived at the original Kawarau Bridge bungy jump. Watching a few of our fellow kiwi experience friends doing the bungy helped me confirm my decision that it did not appeal to me. At all. So now I'm thinking I might do another skydive or paragliding instead.
It was also interesting to talk to the people who did the bungy and find out that none of them enjoyed it as much as skydiving. Apparently you didn't get the euphoria after you did it, you just felt relief and completely drained.
So after a traumatic time watching the bungy, we finally arrived in Queenstown!!!
We headed straight back out of the hostel, wanting to explore Queenstown and of course I did the only thing that makes you feel instantly better when you feel rough - I went shopping.
I tried to consciously eat more today to help me feel better so I had no problem trying out both Devil's Burgers and Cookie time before heading out in the evening for a BBQ with the bus.
Then we started our first night out in Queenstown. All I can say (and remember) is that people weren't joking when they said every night is a Friday night.