Trip to Queenstown, stopover in Christchurch
Okay I’m getting behind on updating this thing. Good thing I take a metric asston of pictures to help remind me what to say.
I’ve earned several nicknames so far, best of which is “trigger”. You schmucks will thank me later!
Today marks our departure for Queenstown, the extreme sports capitol of the world. The entire goal for this weekend trip will be to do as much extreme stuff as possible.
A little background: New Zealand has very interesting laws when it comes to liability for extreme sports companies. In other words, it is nearly impossible for customers to sue the employees or companies for just about anything, even if its their fault. So, without America’s litigation-happy thundercloud looming over the heads of these companies, they go all out and offer some quite dangerous stuff. As well all know, danger is directly proportional to fun, so this translates into a smashing time!
We can’t fly directly to Queenstown for monetary reasons (their little bushwhacker airport is too expensive), so the plan is to fly into neighboring Christchurch and drive the rest of the way in rental cars.
Our flight is uneventful, except that we arrive at the airport way too early. That’s what you get for being used to American airports. Christchurch is an interesting city, obviously founded by Christians and the like – there is a large photogenic cathedral in the center of town, near the hostel we’re staying at. Since we’re leaving early in the morning for Queenstown, we only have a brief look around the city (hence the reduced quantity of photos today), before turning in at a relatively early hour.
At least our rental vans have air conditioning this time.
In our brief wandering around that night, Matt finds the All Blacks store (NZ’s famous Rugby Team’s sports shop), and gets a free ugly sock. Not sure exactly how this works but it did.
Long drive tomorrow.
--P
I’ve earned several nicknames so far, best of which is “trigger”. You schmucks will thank me later!
Today marks our departure for Queenstown, the extreme sports capitol of the world. The entire goal for this weekend trip will be to do as much extreme stuff as possible.
A little background: New Zealand has very interesting laws when it comes to liability for extreme sports companies. In other words, it is nearly impossible for customers to sue the employees or companies for just about anything, even if its their fault. So, without America’s litigation-happy thundercloud looming over the heads of these companies, they go all out and offer some quite dangerous stuff. As well all know, danger is directly proportional to fun, so this translates into a smashing time!
We can’t fly directly to Queenstown for monetary reasons (their little bushwhacker airport is too expensive), so the plan is to fly into neighboring Christchurch and drive the rest of the way in rental cars.
Our flight is uneventful, except that we arrive at the airport way too early. That’s what you get for being used to American airports. Christchurch is an interesting city, obviously founded by Christians and the like – there is a large photogenic cathedral in the center of town, near the hostel we’re staying at. Since we’re leaving early in the morning for Queenstown, we only have a brief look around the city (hence the reduced quantity of photos today), before turning in at a relatively early hour.
At least our rental vans have air conditioning this time.
In our brief wandering around that night, Matt finds the All Blacks store (NZ’s famous Rugby Team’s sports shop), and gets a free ugly sock. Not sure exactly how this works but it did.
Long drive tomorrow.
--P
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Metric asston of pictures indeed! Just to let you know, I've added your blog to the SmileyWeb "blogroll" at http://smileyweb.net/. Stop in and say hi sometime!
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