Now that we’d gotten our fill of mountains we headed further
south to Lake Wanaka. This is the
quieter version of Queenstown by all accounts and very nice it was too. With
much of the activities of Queenstown but without all the drunken folk. It makes
for more of a chilled out place to recover from all the adrenalin escapades. We’d been planning on doing a skydive in
Wanaka as it has some of the best views of all the jump spots in New Zealand. So upon waking up the next day and finding
nothing but bright sunshine we thought we’d scored lucky. But alas just as the people before us landed
they decided it was too windy. This was
to be the case for the rest of the day and with the next day being wall to wall
cloud we were left in limbo.
Rather than waste our time waiting for the weather gods to
sort out their act, we decided to try our luck at mountain biking. After deciding that all the beginner tracks
looked a bit boring we headed for something a bit more adventurous. We had of course gone for the cheapest bike
option and hired them from the hostel we were staying at; something we came to
regret later. With dodgey suspension and
brakes (mostly Andy’s) we somehow made our way up and down various near vertical
hills and the like without serious harm. Other than shear exhaustion of course.
