Queenstown

Mike doesn't go on holidays unless they involve a sporting event, so I went off to Queenstown for a week snowboarding with Brian.

Unfortunately, it took a lot of throwing myself at the ground when I was going scarily fast (hmmm well maybe not that fast), as well as multiple bruises on top of bruises. To add to the annoyance, a girl kept on following me around taking pictures.





Eventually though, I was able to pretend I knew what I was doing, even if I didn't quite get used to getting off the chairlifts.







Brian is a good snowboarder (previous broken collar bone aside), but not when he wants me to take a picture of him :

Brian : "Right, take it now"
Me : "Ok"
Brian : "Splat"

I think it is actually written into Queenstown local by-laws that you have to do a bungy jump when you're here, so who am I to say no:


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At this point I'm probably my most scared.

You can just about see it in my face ;)









About now I've decided that there's no going back (my street cred would be ruined), so I may as well enjoy what could be my last minute alive.

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<--- Now I'm thinking "why did I think it was a good idea to jump off this perfectly safe bridge?".

"weeeeeeeeee" -->

<-- "woohooo"

Now I'm talking complete jibberish to the
two guys in the boat, a possible side effect
of the endorphine high. -->