16.11.2009 - 02.12.2009
I'm more and more delayed with my posts. Please pretend that you do not notice.
Most southern tip of the Southern Island is regarded as NZ's Wild West. It is the pioneer country, settled by tough cowboys (sheepboys?), a brave, honest and straightforward folk, who love their southern country (all this stuff...) and, of course, drink only Speight's. Speight's is a local "Koelsch" - only way better. I was particularly impressed with their Old Dark Ale.
The gate to the South is Queenstown, which is the self-declared (justified though) world's capital of high adrenaline activities. You know, people jumping off the bridges or falling into deep canyons, or at least (the most lame) skydiving at 3500m with an instructor. I decided that the best adrenaline was provided by a decent cup of coffee (actuary's extreme) and after taking few pictures from the side, I moved on onto the fiords.
There, for a price of 20 secs freefall, you may go for 2 day sea-kayaking on the most beautiful (matter of taste of course, but I agree) fiord - the Doubtful Sound. Nice way of spending time, however the number of cloth layers you have to put on, is almost like NASA mission-to-Mars equipment.
My further holiday in the South Country happened to be even more demanding, when I discovered the Central Otago Rail Trail. What's the story? The 150 km XIX-century railway line was just about to be scraped, but instead of destroying it completely, Kiwis had a better idea. The track was converted into a bicycle trail. Despite that it leads through a hilly country, it is very mildly sloped - as the old locomotives were not too powerful. Biker's paradise - especially for someone who got on the bike first time in ten years.