Just outside the town, we stopped at Kawarau Bridge where bungy jumping as we know it was developed by AJ Hackett and Henry van Asch back in the 80's. Standing there watching people throw themselves off the 43 metre bridge made my stomach turn. Initially I had no desire to get involved, but after some goading from friends I eventually figured that a NZ trip wouldn't be complete without having a go this other cack-your-pants scary activity.
With a deep breath I signed my name, paid my money and booked myself in for the next morning. Not at Kawarau bridge though. I went for the big jump instead. The Nevis. 134m. Don't believe me? Check this out, and note the fear in my eyes just before I shuffle over to the platform...
With another major personal achievement to boast of, I spent the rest of the day unwinding in the Irish pub Pog Mahone, drinking Kilkenny and playing Shithead (it's a card game not somesort of perversion) with Fink, Helena, Bert, German Sarah, and American Adam. The forfeit for losing the game (which I so often did) was eating a neat blob of Vegemite, a challenge I surprisingly found even more vomit-enducing than a 134m jump out a cable car.
The evening saw more more drinking at the Alpine Bar followed by a late night dinner at Fergburger, a Queenstown institution open 21 hours a day and serving some of the biggest and best hamburgers you're ever likely to eat. With names such as the Tropical Swine and the Bun Laden, who could resist. Good luck if you think you can handle the Big Al though.
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