Good morning, Wanaka! This morning we awoke to screaming Brits, as the English rugby team defeated the French in the semi-final Rugby Wold Cup. We had to check out by 10am, but fortunately our bus didn't come until 2pm, so for once we didn't have to rush off in the morning. After a little morning internet and calls to home, we had some tea and stared out the front window of our hostel onto Lake Wanaka, surrounded by mountain peaks. As I stared out the window, people kept sitting between me and the view saying to me, "Oh, hello," or "Good morning." Bec just thought I was being friendly.

After being picked up, our first stop was the site of the first bungy jump at a bridge over the Kawerau River, around 43 meters. A young Brit by the name of Jackson, decided to jump and requested that the line be long enough for him to be dunked in the freezing cold water. The wind howling through the canyon must have chilled him to the bone as he had to wait upside down for a small raft to come and retrieve him. It was at this time, I decided to book my bungy jump at the Nevis, at 134 meters. I thought I'd be scared after seeing someone plummet over the edge, but instead, I was pumped.

We arrived in lovely Queenstown and the sun was shining. It reminded us like Breckenridge, CO only smaller, more beautiful and set on a mirror-still lake. We stayed at a hostel called the Restort Lodge, our cheapest place so far, but it was anything but cheap inside. We were nearly the only ones staying there. A local Jazz festival was going on with free concerts all over town. Walking around town, we ran into some old friends of ours. It was the Aussies again from our Nelson wine tour! Lovely to see them again.

Originally, we were going to try to meet up with Marty again, but couldn't seem to find him. I left him a note at his hostel saying I would bungy the Nevis the very next day and hoped he had booked the same. The rest of the night was simple, a Gary Marshall romantic comedy on TV and we were out by 10.