Hang Gliding!

Queenstown, NZ

In the adventure capital of the bloody world, I felt obliged to do something more exciting than curl up with a magazine in my tent. There was so much to choose from: jet boating, para-gliding, sky diving, canyon swing, bungy jumps of various terrifying heights...I opted for hang gliding because I thought it would be more relaxing than having a heart attack on a bungy cord, plus I wouldnt want any "embarassing accidents" in my shorts, so I signed up.

Just an aside, that all I did was call and the van swerved by to pick me up. there was no waiver, no paperwork and barely any instruction. Basically, I put on the gear and held on the Swedish guy as he started running off the cliff...and lift off! We werent too high up so I wasnt really scared at all, in fact, it really was just flying like a bird.

But gusty drafts lifted us up higher and higher over the mountains. And then he asked me to steer, which was really not a good idea, and he demonstrated going faster and slower, and I must admit I was squeezing my eyes shut a couple of times. But it was a wonderful clear day and lovely to see the sames things from above.

So I ticked at least one adreline pumping adventure off the list...