We started the day by crossing the bridge that wasn’t that long but actually pretty scary ...and I'm not even afraid of heights! Something about standing on barbed wire bridge with a width of about 2 feet was a little unsettling but nevertheless, like everything else in this country, unbelievably beautiful.
After a shaky trek across the bridge, we walked around the other side of the river through some of the trails and then rode a flying tandem swing back across the river just in time to catch our jet boat that would take us up and down the river for an hour. When I first heard boat ride, I thought it would be a calm little scenic tour…but boy, were we wrong.
Accompanying us on our jet boat was an American couple from Alaska, a guy from France, and our Kiwi boat driver, Mark. From the moment we met Mark, we knew that we were in for a fun ride. Like most Kiwis, Mark played with the boundaries of normal social behavior and had us laughing the whole time while speeding through the rushing water and spinning in circles to get us soaking wet.
Flying that fast through water so beautiful in such an incredible place was an unbelievable adrenaline rush. To top it off, after the boat ride, I was harnessed into some sort of contraption, jumped off a platform and FLEW across the river. It was another one of those days where I felt like I had to slap myself to see if I was dreaming or actually living real life. I've had quite a few of those moments since arriving in the land of the long white cloud...
| About to jump! |
| Flying across the river |
Feeling very grateful today.
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