How crazy is bungii jumping. Throw yourself into the void with only an elastic band around your ankles. Wow…
We pulled in to watch. It is so well-organized, as you walk down the stairs to the platform the loud pulsing, rap music gets the crowds excited. A very large screen taking up all of one wall shows videos of the action on the bridge. The crowds encourage each other to have a go.
A busload of Japanese tourist clustered outside on the viewing platform, craning their necks to see the action. As we watch they cheer and clap as one of their group comes unsteadily up the stairs from the jump platform. He is grinning from ear to ear, the adrenalin is still pumping around his veins. It appears no one else in the group is going to jump. They all bustle back to the souvenir shop, then onto their coach, with the hero of the day excitedly describing the experience. At least that’s how it seemed to me from his waving arms and excited voice.
It had snowed again on our last night in Queenstown and now we are driving east, leaving the splendour of the Remarkables behind. How very well they were named, because that describes them so well.
The weather is once again picture perfect and the photo stops continue.
The scenery is changing dramatically as we drive through the Kawarau Gorge. Towering rock faces, deep gorge with the Kawarua river roaring.
It is also a grape growing area and we now realize that the puzzling sight we had seen from the top of the Crown Range was the hundreds of grape crops enfolded with netting to protect them from birds.