Approaching Queenstown on the banks of Lake Wakatipu.
Looking down at Queenstown from the cable car nearing the top of Kelvin Heights. The Incredibles mountain range is in the background. (So called because incredibly the peaks are lined up precisely between true North and South)
It is the adventure capital of NZ with just about any adrenalin-rush sport you can think of available in the area. It is amazing the imagination that has gone into inventing activities which generally rely on gravity, water and lengths of industrial strength rubber bands.
Fran is prepared for an extreme activity by a nice young man, but appears to be having second thoughts.
Going...
Going...
Gone!
There were a series of 6 zip wire runs set up in the forest at the top of Kelvin Heights and actually it was great fun, and believe it or not Fran did enjoy it.
Looking down on a paraglider who launched himself off the Heights.
Looking up at a parasail who's pilot missed his landing ground the other side of the trees and ended up wrapped around this lamp post.
Fortunately he wasn't hurt and is standing beneath the lamp post in the blue shirt anxiously watching the local fire brigade retrieve his tangled mode of transport.
The town is really buzzing with lots of bars and restaurants full of young people. Although Fran and I raised the average age significantly we really enjoyed our time there.
Some lads rigged up a tightrope over the edge of the lake and entertained those of us having a drink in the town centre at the waters edge. Sometimes they were successful....
But usually not!
Fran declined my offer to pay for her to jump off a rather high bridge over a river as this deranged fellow has just done. (No, it is not me.)
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