Thursday, February 2, 2017

Queenstown

Ever since I was a small child, I've had the occasional vivid dream that I was flying... 


 
My very chilled out pilot, Beau, said "we can do a few tricks..." I said, "how about we try one and see how it goes?"
and then the earth went sideways. 
this is Beau asking me if I'm ok and me replying "that was awesome!"
Hang gliding is the exact same sensation as flying in my dreams. 

That adventure was followed by jet boating on the Shotover River:
... the spine-jarring nature of which pretty much necessitated that the day end here: