Back in Queenstown I treat myself to a Fergburger, which I've become addicted to, before checking in for my afternoon adrenaline-charged activity. Someone on the plane from Los Angeles to Auckland recommended the Shotover Jet, a jet boat ride through a narrow gorge on the choppy Shotover River.
A ten-minute bus ride takes me to the Shotover River where we're given life jackets and raincoats. I'm looking forward to some thrills and spills on the turquoise rapids with 360 degree turns, but I'm disappointed. As an adrenaline rush it scores low on my list. I find the river and canyon draped with icicles more interesting. Back in Queenstown again I run into an old colleague from the BBC. What are the chances.
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