This weekend I was in Queenstown. It's called the adventure capital of the world. It's a nice little ski town up in the mountains that also happens to have a little bay and about 4 bungee jump spots around.
My friends wanted to go up saturday morning and leave sunday, but I thought that sounded dumb. I wanted more than just one night in Queenstown. So I went up with these 4 girls I knew who were going too and spent the night in a hostel with them. It was pretty interesting being the only guy in a room full of girls, and even more interesting when my friends came up and I moved into the place they were staying at and there happened to be only one girl in that room (she was our friend who came with us so it's chill). I mean I guess it wasn't really that interesting. The ride up was actually a lot of fun, we stopped in a couple places just to chill and check it out. These girls were all at least two years older than me, but still acted like teenagers (not the annoying kind) so it was good times.
My friends bungeed from Nevis, which measures in at 134m. It sounded so cool. I might be reconsidering my choice to not jump if we ever make it up there again.
While they were jumping (we didn't go with because it costs $50 to go up and watch), we went on a little hike up to the top of the mountain that over looks the city.
That day we also played some frisbee golf on a course they had in a park in town. I don't have much else to say about that...It was fun though.
Later on Saturday we heard about this massive storm that was supposed to be coming in that would supposedly strand us in Queenstown until Wednesday. That freaked the girls out, because they all had something they needed to be doing this week, so they left. I wanted to stay because my friends were there and I had already paid for my room, so I did.
We had a great time that night and I'm really glad I stayed. A friend got hit on by some 55 year old lady and got a huge kick out of it. He then went on to almost get in a fight with some french douchebag. He kept his cool and was mostly laughing at the guy when he was expressing his dislike of America, which only made the frenchie more angry. If the guy would've thrown a punch, not only would the bouncer have had his head in a headlock in split seconds, every American (and there's tons of us all over this country, especially in a tourist town like Queenstown) would've been there to back him up. That frenchie would've had a real rough night. Luckily (or maybe unfortunately), things chilled out, and I asked frenchie's other European friends to grab him and walk him the other way down the street (this was after they got kicked out and we had left) while we walked a different way down the street.
We had agreed to wake up Sunday morning at 7 to hit the road before (we hope) the storm came in. When I woke up, the sky was still clear and I wanted to go back to sleep, but we were rallied by someone and eventually we were on the road (most of us were hung over, I think our girl friend was still drunk - although, I'll also point out that our driver and navigator went to bed early and were feeling find). We were an hour into our voyage when the snow started coming down. It was a very good decision to get out that early. In New Zealand, if they get just an inch or two of snow, they start shutting highways down. Bunch of pansies here.
So by the time we were back in Dunedin, the snow had blanketed the ground and the people were freaking out. OMG SNOW WE HAVE NO MOBILITY...
School was cancelled on Monday because of the snow. Apparently, two inches is too treacherous.
I talked to a kiwi about the snow yesterday, and she told me that in her 5 years at this school, she's seen snow like 4 times, and it's happened twice this year already. So this kind of shit is out of the ordinary. GLOBAL CLIMATE CHANGE AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
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