We moved on to Queenstown, where we stayed at the Black Sheep ("Backpackers' Resort"), obviously inhibiting the much younger clientele there. We were in what I think must have been the bridal suite, since it had a double bed and a TV. Anyhow, we did an administrative day, a day walking around Q-town, and then a couple touristic days. The first of these was doing the jet boat ride on the Shotover, the upper Shotover, to be precise, Skippers Canyon. Staff at the Black Sheep recommended this, adding that the bus ride was no less exciting that the jet boat ride itself. They were right.
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Less hearty souls stop here, just outside the Queenstown city limits, to take the
more popular Shotover Jet |
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Not us; we took the Skippers Canyon bus up and over the pass, 6-8 miles (it
seemed like more) of the worst, most exposed mountain road we have ever been on |
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| Built during the 1860s gold rush, and not much changed since then |
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| Thus, after the pass |
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| Vicki demonstrates the "drop, cover, hold" procedure during the bus ride |
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| Finally, the river again in view |
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| Thus |
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| And our jet boat, waiting for us |
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I foolishly figured the jet boat ride would take us down river, and we wouldn't
have to endure the ride back out of the canyon, over the pass, and so on; not so... |
1 comment:
You two are much braver than Wes and I are.
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