The curious fascination with Bungee jumps is now also synonymous with those with a bucket list, and falls into the category of things people must do before the reaper comes to collect his life tax.
|A J Hackett Bungee, Gibbston, Nr Queenstown|
Michelle then asked me the question,
|Michelle, (far right) working out the insurance claim!|
“Would you do it?”
The road to Twizel was going to bisect the stomach of the southland in a horizontal line. From west to east we travelled and the terrain changed again. On another unparalleled day when the weather gods were handing out sunshine days like they had loads to spare we stopped at a lookout and surveyed our new environment.
|The road to Twizel|
This was countryside that had turned beige. It was uniform champagne colour, a somehow bright incongruous drought that made the land a distinct undulating hessian carpet. There was hardly any bush. It was as if the rain had ran out when it reached the region. Sorry, that’s all we have! Set against the blue black sky the effect was another new moment to record.
|The blue black sky.|
|The road is loooong with many a winding turn!|
Just how many more tricks did New Zealand have under its cuffs?
Twizel had one of its own. Another boring old blue lake. Don’t you just get sick of those? Er no, we don’t.
|Lake Ruataniwha, Twizel, New Zealand|
She was laughing at the swear words I was using as my version of Bungee took place in front of her. Despite my initial fears and caution (I gave her my iPhone but kept my clothes on) I swung Tarzan like across the chilled clear water uttering the aforementioned expletives at my own daring. I did not require a safety harness, have the need to open a business and advertise the oldest, lightest and fattest people to have also swung from the rope, but I did satisfy the male ego that walked away from the jump that morning …. Even if my wife did find it the funniest thing she had seen in weeks!
|Who needs a Bungee when you can walk on water?|