Day 162 Queenstown, New Zealand

Queenstown is very much like Taupo or in other words its another place that is into extreme sports or as I like to call them things that scare the shit out of you. The only difference being that in Queenstown the prices are bumped up astonishingly high although seeings as I don’t want to give myself an early heart attack I wont be doing any bungy jumping, sky diving or paragliding and besides I came here to see the scenery and not to throw money down the drain in a matter of seconds.
So today the nearest I got to an adrenaline rush was first going up in the cable car and then 5 runs down the luge.
Once back at the hostel I sat in the lounge minding my own business when I get one hell of a shock. I realized some guy was standing near me and talking on the phone but I didn’t really have a proper look at who it was. Well after 15 minutes the guy gets up and says ‘Hello Reece’ and I turn round and its Ibon the mad Spanish guy from Franz Josef. I couldn’t believe it, there was me thinking he would be miles away by now and here he is standing next to me. I was a hell of a surprise but I have to say it was great to see him again, so we all made plans that night to go down the pub together and have a few beers.
Well what a crazy night it turned out to be as we also bumped into Simon and Rachel again (funny how we always meet those 2 in pubs). Then there was Ibon who after a few pints and a few cocktails that for some reason come in teapots proceeded first to tell us how shy he was and then before you knew it he was grabbing random women and either dancing with them or getting his photo taken with them. As Simon was at the casino and Jill then left us around 11.30pm, Ibon and I hung around for a few more beers before stumbling back to the hostel around 12.30am.

Queenstown