This all started as a dare. And let's face it, it's not the first time I've taken an international holiday based on a dare. But this was a truly exceptional dare. Many of you will have read my previous blog on "100 Ways To Die", a trip during which I flew to Queenstown and indulged in all the high adrenalin activities I could find. Which is quite a few. Roll forward a few months and my gorgeous friend "The Hot *****" made some slightly too casual remark about th...

I always hate writing my last blog entry after the holiday has ended. The rage I feel at no longer being on holidays seems to seep in. I truly ran out of time on Saturday and Sunday though and this is the first real chance I've had to sit down and blog. When I'm back at work. Of course. Friday in Queenstown. As y'all would know by now, I skydived at the end of this holiday but it was quite the saga that lead to the simple event of rolling out of a plane. Allow m...

And I'm still afraid of heights. I didn't blog yesterday so we need to do a bit of back-tracking. A little history on this trip. The whole thing is Emmabat's fault. :-D When she posted the video of the Nevis Swing to my FB wall a few month's back with a caption saying I *had* to try it, I decided she was very smart and totally right. And as usual, once I get a travel idea, not much time passes before I put it into action. I personally would've chosen to go in a...

Just possibly, not definitely. Today started tolerably. I had to get up before 7am and I hate getting up. But once I got over that I staggered towards coffee and my day got under way. Today was slated to be my busiest day, with a wicked ass combo booked, hence the early start. Latte in hand, I presented at the Station (building where people meet to do organised stupidity) and was informed my day had been shuffled. The thing I was booked to do first had been move...

I thought I should just own up to that right off the bat. Nothing gives me jelly legs quite like standing near the edge of something I can legitimately fall off. It freaks me out. I shake, I lock up, I turn a bit green, I get unusually quiet. As such, the first thing I decide to do in Queenstown is the Canyon Swing. I am of the firm belief that if I'm afraid of something, I should tackle it head-on. I had something else booked for today, but due to dodgy weather...