We reached Queenstown on Friday afternoon and partied hard friday night. The two Kiwi Experience buses that travelled the West coast together were ending here and seemed like a good reason to celebrate. Plus Queenstown is definately the party town of New Zealand. We started early in the room getting ready, usual shenanigans of Ring of Fire and other stupid games. Then onto a few bars with promises of cheap drinks all night, especially in World bar where they serve you a sickly concoction in a teapot and give you a shot glass to keep knocking it back with. Partied until 4am and passed out soon after. Only to be woken up by butterflies in my stomach, realising that in about 4 hours time I will be standing over a ledge looking down into a canyon. I will then be expected to throw myself into a sixty metre freefall - why did I sign up for this? Damn that peer pressure!
The other six girls went before me and I had intended on falling backwards off the ledge, not being able to see what was beneath me. As I stood with my heels off the ledge I made the fatal mistake of looking down and I freaked out. Grabbing hold of the two guys that were pushing me backwards and refused to let go! What a sight. I was the only one that made a fuss all the other just seemed to jump off no worries. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to throw myself off a ledge - it felt so unnatural! So the guys attatched me to a cable and after scaring me by saying things like, "do you know how high up we are?" and "ooooh I'm not sure if that cable looks safe" they pulled the only thing attatching me and I freefell for sixty metres and after that swung two hundred metres over the river below. It was the weirdest feeling, I couldn't breathe! I could not wait to be back with my feet on solid ground. Even after the freefall I felt so unsafe in just a harness over rocks. Once back up onto the ledge I was shocked to find the others signing up for another go! That was the last thing I would have crossed my mind, I was glad to still be alive!
Back in Queenstown that afternoon we all had to sample a burger that is famous in New Zealand and people had been raving about to us - The Fergburger. It was huge and I ordered the smallest one. Delicious it was, but it's just a burger! Then out again that night for similar shenanigans as the night before.
Up early again for a day trip to the Milford sound. I hadn't realised it would be a five hour drive there and back! It was spectacular. The sheer size of the surrounding mountains was hard to take in. There we were on a tiny boat in the middle of this amazing picture postcard fjord. Yet another day trip I won't forget!