Enroute to Abel Tasman, we stopped twice. First stop to buy some local honey from a bee farm, second stop was not quite as exciting. We were enticed in by a huge roadside sign "Abel Tasman Skydiving". This was at 12.30, and by 1 we were jump suited up, harnessed in and sat in a plane preparing to hurl ourselves to the ground. The whole experience was organised with Formula 1 pitstop precision - they certainly did not waste any time hanging about.

In hindsight this was actually a good thing, as there was no real time to think about what we had let ourselves in for. I can honestly say I was only scared for a split second as I started to fall. Literally hanging out of the plane didn't bother me at all, as I was more worried about which camera I was supposed to be smiling at, as you will see when I show you the DVD when I get home.

The journey up to 13000ft was apparently 20 mins, but it really only felt like 2. As we sat and checked out the view, mountains, two national parks, river and beaches, we had it all. We definitely picked a great spot to eventually do it, and a good day weatherwise. The 52 seconds of freefall was definitely the best bit - you felt like you were flying, it's not a falling sensation at all. We even had a free bonus thanks to the temperature over here at the moment - a free facial. Whilst falling through the sky we were hitting ice particles. Then the canopy opens and you drift back to the ground. At this point I actually had a chat with my tandem buddy and discovered that he had lived in Southampton for some time! He then kept doing crazy turns into the wind - this bit actually made me feel a bit sick. Landing was ridiculously easy, I was plopped back onto two feet, then ushered inside to remove the jump suit and view my DVD.

Our campspot for the night was in a residential street in Motueka, and on arrival, shattered from our earlier excitement we opted for a powernap. After another roadside feast (satay chicken wraps), we went to the pub. Are you noticing a pattern yet?! Turns out Motueka is not the most kicking place, even on a Friday night, and the busiest pub we found had about ten people in it. The live band were very good though, and we enjoyed a very civilised evening, finished off nicely with a warm glass of mulled wine.

Continuing our action packed theme in this part of NZ we head out sea kayaking and walking for the day. The kayaking was great and we were again extremely lucky with the weather. In our little double kayak we dodged rocks, rode waves, at one point even erected a sail and caught a ride with the wind. We had lunch on a little beach, Anchorage Bay, then put on our hiking shoes to do the Headland walk. The weather by this time had taken a turn for the worse, and although the scenic lookouts afforded some amazing views, the rest of the walk was a little dull. To liven it up a little, inspired by our standard issue stripey thermal kayak tops, we decided to play a game of 'Where's Wally'. This involved us hiding behind trees, amongst ferns, under bridges and other such random hiding spots, taking photos as we went. We will put these on the blog so you can see just how stupid we looked - good luck spotting Wally, some of them are pretty tricky and you need to look closely!