When I first arrived in Queenstown, I didn’t have anything on my itinerary. I just thought I’d look around and see what there was to do. Queenstown is markedly the “adventure capital of the world” and the streets are lined with places that
take your money in large sums book all kinds of adventurous activities, the most popular being bungee jumping. (And no, I did not bungee. Detached retinas? No thank you!)
The first thing I did was ride the Skyline Gondola up a big hill for nice views of the town. (The first thing I
REALLY did was contemplate buying Uggs because it was so damn cold.)
Queenstown sits on Lake Wakatipu and is surrounded by beautiful mountains, where you can ski in the winter time. The Gondola ride takes about 15 minutes up. At the top is a café, observation decks, souvenir shops, and the option to ride a luge down the hill. Not quite up for adventure/additional bitter wind at the time, I opted for a nice lady like gondola ride down.




Another famous activity in Queenstown is jet boat rides. After my gondola ride (and multiple attempts of trying to get stupid tourists to take a decent photo of me in front of the view), I walked down the main street to sign up for Shotover Jet. Within minutes, I shelled out $110 New Zealand Dollars and was soon off to the Shotover River for the ride.

Once arrived, I was fitted with a giant and and equally hideous rain coat and life vest. The jet boats zip along the shallow canon river, do lots of 360’s, and come alarmingly close to giant rocks. The scenery is stunning, and it was quite fun. However, I didn’t thoroughly enjoy it because I seriously thought my face was
going to freakin freeze off. And you have to hang on in the boat, so there is no way to wipe off the river of snot that is running down your face in these conditions. These jet boats go quite fast, spinning and turning, sometimes making the snot fly fight off of your face. I’m pretty sure some of my snot landed on the poor little innocent girl next to me (and this
totally made it worth the money/conditions)! At the end of it all, they try and sell you a picture of your
Snotover Shotover River ride. I passed, and made my own instead. I'm in the back row.