! Queenstown is the adrenalin sport capital of New Zealand (if not the world) where, if you have got the money and an imagination, you can literally do anything. And Tom in particular was very excited to get into town because he had a bungee jump waiting for him. Before he left his job back in the UK, Tom's collegues had clubbed together and bought him a voucher for New Zealand's biggest and most infamous bungee jump, the 134 meter (over 400 foot) A J Hackett's Nevis Jump. Verging on hysteria, we pulled into Queenstown at about 2pm. As we drove into the area we were listening to the grand finale of Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon' when we saw a sign for the first ever bungee jump in the world, the A J Hackett Kawarea Bridge jump. With the music blaring at full volume Tom pulled the van into the jumpsite and we got out to have a look at all the lunatics throwing themselves off the bridge. We saw about 4 or 5 people jumping off the bridge, including a very nervous boy of about 13. Fair play to him though he did the jump and came out the other side looking very pleased with himself. As we were watching the people jumping we were weighing up how high the bridge jump was and we figured out that at 43 meters, Tom's jump would be over three times as high as this one. That made Tom very excited and me very sick. After a while we headed into the town and had a look around for the next few hours. That night we stayed at one of the local DoC campsites on the edge of a place called Moke Lake, which was lovely. That evening we sat down with all the leaflets we had picked up and decided what activities we would like to do while we are here; being in a place like Queenstown we really wanted to take advantage of some of the things on offer. However, as everyone had warned us, Queenstown can quickly eat up your budget and we didn't want to overdo it just because we were really excited. So we made our plans for the next few days and headed to bed feeling very excited about the next few days in Queenstown.
We left Tekapo this morning after a lovely encounter with a group of 16 Chinese tourists who were staying in the same campsite as us. They were from Beijing and were traveling in a convoy of 4 campervans for a week in the South Island. They had been in the kitchen when we were having our tea last night and had cooked up a real feast of a meal and then this morning they cooked the biggest (and one of the best) breakfasts I have ever seen- sorry Rachel, your breakies are great but this was massive!! As it was the last night of their holiday they even gave us some of their surplus potatoes and we were very happy to have mash with our tea that evening!! We left Tekapo and plugged in the mp3 player and listened to a really good selection of music on the 4 hour drive, including our new Indie album and the wonderful Sea-Sick Steve (which I wanted to listen to for the whole 4 hours but Tom wouldn't let me). Our next destination was Queenstown and I don't think that Tom could have got us there any quicker if he had owned a time-machine!