And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil

At the Wellington airport we flew through in approximately 15 minutes due to the fact that there was NO SECURITY OR ID CHECK WHATSOEVER! If I had a rifle, bomb, cocaine, anything it could’ve made it to Queenstown with me. Well after a little under two hours on a tiny plane you board from the outside we reached New Zealand’s adventure land. After finding lunch, we wandered upon a lake with a beach and decided to go for a swim because we finally had GORGEOUS sunny summer weather. After lying out for a half hour is was hot and we were ready for a swim. Little did we know the water was actually from the Artic. Just to quickly dunk yourself felt like needles were stabbing your entire body. I’m not exactly sure how the boys who were jumping off the pier were doing it. We grabbed dinner and headed back to the hostel to shower up for half price teapots from 9-10 at The World Bar, the hit spot for the 20-somethings traveling through Queenstown. We headed out with our European friend Vern. The “teapot” was actually a teapot with about 4-6 drinks in it that you poured into glasses. We hung out and had a second teapot at the World Bar and then headed in because we were pretty tired and had an early morning of jet boating and canyon swinging the next day. When we got back the Brazilian girls and Mexican boys were just getting ready to go out (this is midnight mind you). They then went on to yell at us for not being cool because “the party doesn’t really start until midnight”. The Mexican boy was so passionate about it that he stayed behind in the room with us until 2 because he thought it would just be so lame to go out before then. The next day started with jet boating in the morning. It was amazing we were speeding through the Shot Over Canyon coming within inches of the edges of rock. Then came canyon swinging. They labeled us with markings on our hands before we walked through the bush to the ledge that looked down over hundreds of feet of drop off to the river running in the canyon below. My marking was a stick picture being hung with a noose, kind of like hang man. It was very comforting to say the least. Basically canyon swinging was where we were connected to a harness and then were to step off of cliff and fall. As I was standing there looking straight down and what seemed like my possible death, the workers were joking around and talking about people who had died or fallen and everything horrible that could happen. I know it was all lies, but when you are standing there looking off the face of a cliff it can really get in your head. Well I finally jumped and ended up liking it so much that I decided to do it again. This time it was the “chair of death” though. So I am strapped down in this chair and the idea is to tip over backward and fall to the bottom of the cliffs. As I was sitting there I started to think about what I was getting myself into and decided that I didn’t exactly want to go upside down. So I asked if I would flip at all in this endeavor and the workers looked at each other and go of course not. Hmm, I knew I was in for it now. Well as I started to push off they grabbed me back and go no if you push that hard you’ll hit your head. Oh god, I knew they were probably kidding, but just the slightest doubt really freaked me out. In the end, I pushed off and successfully made it to the bottom without hitting my head, but I did flip around about 10 times on the way down. It was really such adrenalin high though, I have no regrets what so ever about doing it. That night we met three British boys, Mike, Gary and Will. They were obsessed with our accents. Every time either one of us opened our mouths the were like “Oh My God, Chandler”. They were quoting the tv show Friends because they thought all Americans sounded like Janice on that show. They chose not to call us by our real names, but to make up “better” names with us. So for the night I was Stephanie and Suzanne was Suzie. The boys also told us all about Fergburger and how everyone in England hears about this restaurant that was in Queenstown. The next day Suzanne and I went and ate the most gigantic burger that was quite delicious. The next day we went white water rafting. We were in a boat of all girls, who were terrified of everything. The guide saw that and basically did all the work for us. Every time we went over and sort of bump she just yelled duck and we were to get down and hold on for our lives. I kind of wished I would’ve been in a more daring boat, so it could have been more like my previous rafting experience, but it was still extremely fun and gorgeous. That afternoon we decided to try a KFC crusher. Suzanne had an internship at YUM International (the owner of KFC) the summer before and had been apart of the launching of these Sonic Slush type drinks in Australia and New Zealand. The drinks were starting here and eventually possibly making it to America. We tried one and decided that they were too runny for our liking. Suzanne insisted that the ones from the lab were better. But we later learned that runny drinks that weren’t very cold was the norm in New Zealand.