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Published: March 12th 2007
First stop in queenstown was a bungy bridge, but having done an almost identical one in Auckland I wasn't that interested. Booked the other 2 jumps instead.
Got to hostel (nice one- not the dump that the kiwi bus was dropping people) and was still full of energy due to lots of sleeping, so was quite keen for a few beers as we'd got some vouchers from the bus man. I did this, and it was fun. I also had a Fergburger. Fergburger, as well as being an amusing word, is a famous (round here) burger shop. I'm writing this a few days after, and my tally is now 6. They are very good and big. The bar we went to was a bit rubbish, and I ended up being isolated from the group having a very one-sided (not mine) conversation with I think the most annoying german in the world.
The next morning was taken up with a big sleep, although at around lunchtime I headed into town to have a look around, and have my next Fergburger (Lamb one this time). Bumped into some of the guys from the bus, so went for a beer by the lake to prepare myself for my second bungy jump, this time from the ledge, which looks over the lake and town from up a big hill. This one is attached to your chest instead of ankles, so the idea is to run up and jump. I managed to do two full somersaults before the cord kicked in, which was interesting and really disorientating. I really like bungy jumps.
Went for a few quiet beers after with some others that had jumped, followed by another Fergburger (blue cheese on this one) and bed.
The next day (Fri 9th) was the day that a bus departed at 8.25 in the am to go to Dunedin. I had booked a ticket on this bus, but various factors outside of my control meant that I wasn't able to get on it. Because I was asleep.
This presented a problem as I had tickets for the rugby that night, and that was the only bus.
The lady in the information centre helpfully told me I was a bit stuck, but I could always hitch. Plan.
Driver number one (20 minutes) - Appearing in court later this week on drug dealing charges
Driver number two (30 minutes) - Life was falling apart and discussed suicide. Odd.
Driver number three (2 hours) - Fashion designer with brand new 4x4 who i think fancied me a bit, but I didnt care. And he introduced me to his PR woman when we got to Dunedin and bought me a pint. I think he's quite famous.
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Sillyandnaughty boy
What have I always told you about accepting lifts from strange men! ALL of those men were strange, and you aren't even Anna!! I am not trogging all the way out to New Zealand to put you in a body bag.Has the 'Staying Safe and Sensible Tour' gone out of the window?!Does the double somersault AND the hitch hiking stint mean you are trying not to come home.....alive! Stay safe or I'll kill you myself , lots of love , Mummy!