Queenstown is, without doubt, New Zealand’s capital of adventure tourism.
Whatever way you want to put your life at risk, there is someone in Queenstown who will take your money from you and then let you do it. Though such lunacies as bungee jumping and skydiving are not for me, I appreciate the chance to see other people do it Watching is much less risky, vastly cheaper, and offers good photographic opportunities. Even as I got out of bed yesterday, there was the tell-tale roar of a gas-burner overhead. Sure enough, a pair of hot-air balloons were drifting quite low overhead, and I speculate that this is not only making use of the cool morning air, but also the temporarily quiet airspace in a physically constrained approach corridor to the Queenstown Airport.
Andrew had some work to do in his restaurant, so Mary took the kids shopping and I wandered the town basin. A pair of intrepid tourists were just going aloft on a paraglider towed by a powerful jet boat.
For those of a more sedate turn of mind, the “lady of the lake”, the TSS Earnslaw was just leaving town on one of its scheduled trips across the lake to Walter Peak Station. Great clouds of smoke mark her passage but she is a beloved icon of the region.
The latest attraction on the water is a pair of small dolphin-like two-seat power boats that rely on speed and hydroplanes to frolic in the water like a dolphin. I am told that they can reach depths of up to 5 metres. The antics it got up to made me queasy to watch.
That’s all today.