My sore body wished we didn't have to hop on the bus at 7:30am yesterday but the driver wanted to get us out early enough to see an amazing view of Mt. Cook and the Southern Alps. Above is a photo of me and the banana peel (named Peely) that I carried around Lake Matheson as I took in the mountains reflected off of the glassy water.
On the bus, I looked around at the mostly European (with a couple Americans and Canadians thrown into the mix) and felt like we were a privileged bunch, being shuttled around these awesome landscapes, stopping for what feels like the most random of activities. I had to remind myself not to take my opportunities for granted as there aren't many people in the world who are fortunate enough to spend a month hiking across beaches, glaciers, and cities. I guess there was a bit of guilt (perhaps the season of Lent is poking up somewhere in my brain) for sitting on some bus, trying to decide which bungy jump to book for the weekend.
There's so much going on in my friends' and family's lives right now. I'm constantly trying to figure out how I'm going to take all of this travel and use it for the greatest benefit. I will for the moment try to set that thinking aside and continue to drink up the wonders around me.
Today, we head into Queenstown, 'Adventure Capital of NZ'. The plan is to rent a car to check out Milford Sound for a day and then jump 430ft off of a hanging platfrom on Sunday morning. How are you spending your weekend?
Labels: New Zealand
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