Milford sound and bungeeeee!

One of the last things I booked before heading to New Zealand was a trip to Milford sound. I had seen some other people's pictures and it looked beautiful. It was however a little way from where we were staying in Queenstown and the whole day tour was going to take around twelve hours most of which was going to be spent in a bus driving.

Now the thought of twelve hours in a bus didn't completely appeal to me however the $1000 price tag to get a helicopter was a little out of my budget and therefore bus it was going to be. This turned out to actually be a great choice as even though the idea was to go to Milford sound and take a boat around to see the area the journey down was actually really good and we got to see so many amazing sights. The driver was really informative and we actually all learned a lot as we were going along, except of course those who were napping (yes mother I am referring to you).

The boat journey was only about an hour and a half but it was really pretty and we even got to see some seals enjoying a life of luxury and sunbathing on a rock. All in all the trip was very worth the twelve hours and I managed to get some great pictures myself (again none to show at the moment as they are all on my camera which I cannot connect to my tablet boo).

So now for the post you have all been waiting for, yes that's right people. IT'S BUNGY JUMP TIME!!

Now for years I had wanted to do one but as I got older I got just that little bit more wimpy and knew if I didn't do it now I would never do it. Therefore about six weeks ago I went online and booked myself a spot figuring if I really did not want to do it I could chicken out and just never mention it again.

The day to leave Queenstown arrived and this was also the morning I had decided to book my bungy for. So off I went kissing my parents goodbye (hoping not for the last time) and strolled down to the check in centre. I was feeling pretty calm at this point however this soon changed when I got to the desk and they said those five fatal words no female wants to hear "Please step on the scales". Oh dear lord they wanted to weigh me - noooo!

Once that traumatic experience was over we were led off to bus and driven for about forty mins to the back end of nowhere. In the distance I I could see this little speck in the middle of a very large crater. Yep that was my bungy spot. Oh joy. Thinking I would have some time to mentally prepare I again checked in and again was weighed (would there be no end to this torture) and headed to sit down. Before my backside even had a slight chance to enter the seat I was called and told I was to head over to the jump station. Ahh what really now??

There was about five of us going over to jump and I was number four. Off the three people in front of me went with no trouble and then it was my turn. Putting on a brave face for the camera I sat in a dentist like chair and had my legs strapped together. Once that was done the guy swung me around and walked me to the edge of the platform. Telling me again to smile for the camera (not likely buddy) he counted down very quickly to one and told me to jump. Now I have always been one to not show face and as the three people in front of me had gone with no trouble there was no way I also wasn't going to jump on command. So with a little prayer to God and a lot of hope I jumped head first into the empty space below.

Wooo hooo I was flying, oh hang on crap no I wasn't, I was falling. Ahhh please let me stop. Thankfully and as you can probably guess the bungy did not fail me (mostly as I wouldn't be able to write this if it had). After bouncing around for a bit admiring the view and thanking the great above for my life I was safely brought back up to the platform with a little bit of shaky leg syndrome but feeling amazing.

Would I do it again? All I can say is bring on the next jump as clearly 134 metres didn't beat me! :o)

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