Queenstown – The Adventure Capital of the World

The Best of Queenstown

Queenstown is bustling with life in summer. There are any number of bars and restaurants to cater for every taste and wallet. The section of the town on the shore of Lake Wakatipu , known as the Wharf, is a beautiful place to eat, drink, or just chill out watching the jet boats or the TSS Earnslaw steamer come and go, and with the incredible backdrop of the crystal clear water and the jagged edges of the Remarkables mountain range, it is no wonder Queenstown draws in the crowds.

In addition to boasting a very European, modern culture, Queenstown badges itself The Outdoor Capital of the World. Well, we arrived with the firm intention of finding out whether or not it deserves this reputation. We decided to pack in as many of the area’s adventure activities as we could, and give you our top 5. So, in the order we did them, here they are:

1)      Milford Cruise – We had heard that Fiordland National Park was supposed to be one of the most stunning parts of New Zealand, with the Milford Sound being the most impressive of all the Fiords. We considered doing a day trip, but the romance of an overnight cruise drew us in. Real Journeys are the only company offering overnight cruises on Milford Sound, and so we booked on the Milford Wanderer.

Even though it is a 700 km round trip by road, we chose to drive to Milford ourselves, taking our time to enjoy the sights along the way. We stopped near Te Anau overnight, which is a quaint little town on Lake Te Anau, and the last town for 130 km to Milford. The drive up the Milford road was nothing short of incredible, despite a spell of poor weather. The rain had brought hundreds of waterfalls teeming down the sheer walls of the valleys either side of the Homer tunnel, and the mists swirled around the peaks high above the twisting road. The Homer Tunnel is an impressive feat of engineering, bored through the mountain for 1.3 km to finally connect Milford to the world by road. It is narrow and unlit, but traffic lights ensure vehicles only go one way at once, and driving it is not to be missed.

Just before we got to Milford, we stopped in at The Chasm, a waterfall like no other, where the floodwaters have picked up rocks and ground out great holes and scoops in the canyon. It was only a 20 minute round trip walk, and well worth it.

Finally at the end of the road, we parked up and went to get checked in. In no time at all we were invited to board the Milford Wanderer, and shown to our cabins. Our Double was luxury, but we couldn’t lie around for long; we were due upstairs for a welcome and briefing, and then served a delicious vegetable soup as we began our journey out into the Sound.

The crew included a nature guide, who provided lively commentary on what we could see, as well as a bit of historical background to the area. After a while we anchored in a bay, and grabbed our swimming stuff for a couple of hours kayaking. We didn’t need the swimming stuff in the end; no-one fell in. We spent the time getting a closer look at some of the interesting and historical bits of the coast, and saw a gigantic crayfish up close in the hands of a local fisherman tending his pots.

Dinner was something else! A large slow-roasted lamb shank, with perfectly cooked squash, steamed vegetables, creamed mash and two types of salad. The crew were also especially good at attending to the dietary needs of the passengers. Chrisie’s dairy intolerance was no issue, and excellent alternatives were on offer. Dessert was served as we sailed a loop out into the Tasman sea, watching the sun go down as we ate our Sticky Date Cheesecake with cookie ice cream. Seconds were had!

We anchored up for the night in a calm bay back in the safety of the Sound, and had a great night’s sleep after relaxing in the saloon for a bit with new found friends from America and Holland.

Most people, including us, chose to get up super early to watch the sun rise over the still waters of the bay, then everyone met for breakfast, cooked and continental, of which seconds were had too! We spent the morning cruising round the Sound, getting in close to waterfalls and the sheer rock walls. We were lucky enough to see New Zealand Fur Seals, and the cloud cleared enough for a view of the iconic Mitre Peak.

Image courtesy of Real Journeys

Back on dry land we left the Milford Wanderer behind, and began the road back to Te Anau. Since the weather was better we got to see the valleys in a new light, and they didn’t disappoint. The waterfalls from yesterday had gone, and the peaks towered above, with wisps of cloud just hanging round the tops like a scarf.

We definitely recommend the Milford Sound, the Overnight Cruise, and Real Journeys. Check them out at www.realjourneys.co.nz.

2)      Shotover Jet – Everyone we spoke to about Queenstown said that the Shotover Jet was one adventurous activity not be missed. We managed to pick a nice warm evening, and set off from The Station in town. The Station is like a central hub for some of the area’s biggest names in the outdoor scene, and all their courtesy shuttles leave from there.

As we drove over the bridge the driver paused and we got our first glimpse of the narrow canyon we would shortly be rocketing down at upwards of 50 miles per hour (80kph). The staff wasted no time and gave us lifejackets (just in case, eh), and got us in to the boats. Each jet boat takes 14 passengers, and has two 3.8 Litre engines, giving 520 Horse Power to thrill people with.

Our driver, Quinn, threw in the odd joke in between slinging the boat and us sideways round corners and gunning the powerful engines through the narrow sections, bringing the boat to within millimetres (no kidding) of big rocks and the canyon walls. The skill that the drivers demonstrate is incredible. Further down the river Quinn began showing us the full 360° spins for which the Shotover Jet is famous. It was at that point we realised that a seat at the side is the wettest place to be!

We continued downstream about 7 km, which at 80 kph doesn’t take too long! Along the way the jet boat would appear to be heading straight for a tree or a rock, and then just at the last moment Quinn would flick the tail round and we’d clear the obstacle by a hair’s width. He also demonstrated to us just how clever the boat design is, that it can run safely over just 10 cm of water. We were doing 80 kph on water that was no more than ankle deep at times. Crazy!

If you are up for a thrill, and don’t mind getting thrown around and slightly drenched, then it is definitely worth doing. Find the Shotover Jet online at www.shotoverjet.com.

3)      Skyline Luge – We had both wanted to race down the Luge tracks in Rotorua, but missed out on the opportunity, so now we were in Queenstown it had to be done.

The Gondola ride to get up to the Skyline complex takes a few minutes, and the views over Queenstown just open up as you get higher and higher. At the top we had to take a chairlift even higher to the start of the luge runs, smiling for a photo on the way up with the dramatic Remarkables range as the backdrop.

We had 3 runs on the luge, and the first is always on the slightly easier “scenic” course. I wouldn’t say there was too much scenic about it, as we both gave it everything we had, focused just on the track and on beating the other one to the bottom. The luge karts look like plastic sledges, but with Harley handlebars, which do steering and braking. Acceleration is between your guts and gravity!

Our second run down was on the Advanced track. It was much faster, with steeply banked corners, sudden drops and awesome hairpins. I beat Chrisie on our first run on the advanced track, but I couldn’t get past her on the second run, no matter how hard I tried.

It was amazing fun. Skyline’s tagline is “Once is never enough” and they’re right. We could have done that all day. If you’re nearby, don’t miss it. Check them out at www.skyline.co.nz

4)      Nevis Swing – Queenstown is the home of bungy jumping and we couldn’t visit the adventure capital of the world without doing something at least related to bungy. Bad backs ruled out jumping head-first off a bridge with your feet tied to some knicker elastic (at least, that’s our excuse), so we opted for one of the other crazy inventions of AJ Hackett: The Nevis Swing. They badge it as the World’s Highest Swing.

The coach took us from The Station in Queenstown to a valley high in the mountains, and we swapped busses to a 4 wheel drive one for the final haul up a steep hill to the Nevis Bungy Centre. We got checked in and watched a few crazy brave people lob themselves off the 134 metre high Nevis Bungy, then we were called for the swing.

Even getting to the launchpad is an adventure, as you have to walk out on a thin gantry, with the valley dropping away beneath you. At the Launchpad we met P-lab and Pepps, the two staff who were going to throw us over the edge. They were great, teasing us with jokes like “I think that’s done up right!”.

We chose to go upside down, and nothing beats the sick feeling you get as the machinery moves you out over the drop, and you know you’re committed to the insane depth below. P-lab said to keep eye contact with him, making us think we had moment’s breathing room, but then shouted “whoops” as he released us to the mercy of gravity and 120m of steel cable!

The rush was incredible. Nothing to hold on to but each other, we hurtled towards to valley floor, head first, before the cables took and swung us 300m across the valley. We spent a few minutes admiring the scenery as we swung back and forth, and the guys winched us back up.

We survived to tell the tale, so I guess they did do the harnesses up right… In fact they made us feel really safe the whole time. The swing was epic! We would have loved to have done it again and again, and tried every position possible out of 10 plus combinations. Of all of the adventurous activities in Queenstown, this got the adrenaline going the most. Check out AJ Hackett at www.bungy.co.nz. They have 3 bungy sites in and around Queenstown, and one in Auckland.

5)      FergBurger – Not strictly an adventurous activity, but certainly an adventure, FergBurger is definitely on the list of Queenstown’s Must-do’s. They have a mouth-watering selection of burgers, each filled with quantities of beef or chicken that range from generous to insane. A Big Al nearly killed us… www.fergburger.com

If paying for things isn’t your style, or your wallet feels a little light then here are a few of the free things Queenstown has on offer:

1)      Routeburn Great Walk – This 50-something kilometre walk goes through and over some New Zealand’s most stunning scenery. It’s normally done over 3 or 4 days, and connects Glenorchy with the The Divide, some 300km away by road on the way to the Milford Sound. We walked a day of it from the Glenorchy end, and even in the pouring rain it was spectacular, with clear blue water pools, foaming waterfalls, wide valleys and towering cliffs.

2)      Frisbee Golf – If you have a Frisbee, or can blag one from a friend, head down to the park in Queenstown where they have a permanent 18-hole Frisbee Golf course. Some are easy, some not so, and each one gives you a course map and Par score at its start. Bring some mates and check it out. If it’s a sunny day, you won’t be alone. Some shops in town and the Ice Rink also hire Frisbees for a few dollars.

3)      Barbecue on the beach – Along the waterfront just West of the Wharf is a small park with a number of barbecue pits. Bring some burgers, a beer or 5 and chill out on the shore of Lake Wakatipu.

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Being Puzzled by Pancakes we can’t eat, Passing Arthur in an Avalanche, a Mouse in the House, and Beach Sculptures on Ice!

So we worked our way down the West Coast, en route to Queenstown, and our first port of call was Punakaiki, or Pancake Rocks. These weathered limestone formations are one of the finest examples worldwide of a geological process called Stylobedding. They resemble stacks and stacks of pancakes…

Further down we took a turn inland, climbing steeply to Arthur’s Pass. Our wee van almost didn’t make it, overheating on the crazy incline, at the bottom of which a sign said: “Otira Gorge – No Towing”! The landscape around Arthur’s Pass National Park is high Alpine, and very rugged and beautiful, with steep-sided valleys, and sharp peaks rising thousands of feet above the bushline. We camped in the free DOC sites nearby, and picked up a couple of hitchhikers: 2 mice, who for 3 nights in a row kept us awake, and ruined our food, until an upturned Chinese carton and a piece of chorizo served as a make shift trap and one of them was swiftly dispatched out the door. The other we didn’t see again. 3 sleepless nights, coupled with fighting off the Kea during the day left us utterly exhausted. The Kea are part of the parrot family, but they are very big, measuring nearly 50m in length, and they love to scrape their claws on metal roofs, tear open rubbish bags and rip apart windscreen wipers, as we discovered!

Even though we were exhausted, we were determined to make the best of our time in Arthur’s Pass, and began climbing Avalanche Peak via Scott’s track. After several hours of being battered by the wind and rain, we gave up, within 200m climb of the summit. As disappointing as it felt, by the time we’d got back down, the storm was well and truly in, so we made the call just in time. It’ll still be there another day.

We drove back down the Otira Gorge (oh, how we love the smell of burning brakes) and went further South down the coast to Hokitika. They had had a beach sculpture competition called Driftwood and Sand on all week, and we arrived in time to see all the displays before the tides got them. Some were intricate (like a Penguin House), some huge (like a 2.5 metre cube), and some just plain funny (like a 6 foot giraffe).

Further South again we drove through Ross, an old Gold Mining town. We didn’t find any ourselves, but after soaking up a bit of history we headed on and encountered a 6 foot Sand Fly. The normal 6mm sand flies are a major annoyance: The males live on tree sap and flowers, but the female needs protein to lay her eggs and she is the one that bites. Sound familiar… This particular Sand Fly was attached to the outside of the Bushman’s Centre, a rustic building with eccentric owners and an eclectic collection of all things weird and wonderful. Carvings, artwork, sculpture, furs, you name it. They even collect Possum roadkill, and turn them in to Possum Pies. These used to be for sale, until the New Zealand government banned the sale of possum meat. So now if you donate $4, they’ll give you one for free! One of the most amusing things was a collection of letters of complaint about their serving roadkill, and their sarcastic responses, proudly on display for everyone’s enjoyment.

Next on our journey was a stop off at the Glaciers. Franz-Joseph Glacier and Fox Glacier are two townships on the West Coast, and rising above them from almost sea level is the central section of the Southern Alps. They rise to a height of over 3,700 metres, and the valleys above these towns are still being shaped by the huge glaciers that flow down from these high, jagged peaks. We took a cloudy but pleasant stroll up to the face of the Franz-Joseph glacier, and spent most of our time being enthralled by the spectacular landscape. Some of the waterfalls are hundreds of metres high, and the cliffs are just begging to be climbed. The glacier itself disappeared some 2,500m up into the cloud to its beginnings in the nevé below the summit of Mount Tasman. We spent that evening wandering round the beautiful Lake Matheson, renowned for its great reflections, before parking up with other travellers with an awe-inspiring view of the whole range as the cloud lifted and the glaciers and snow-capped peaks came into view.

Sadly the weather beat us again, and a land slip had closed the access road to the Fox Glacier, so we pushed on South, heading through Haast and up into Mount Aspiring National Park. There we spent a wet 2 days as we passed through, seemingly in the eye of another Alpine storm the whole time. The rivers were high, and the narrow one-lane bridges provided ample opportunity to appreciate their power as the raging torrent thundered underneath.

The following day the weather was much improved, and we drove the last hundred kilometres to Wanaka in hot sunshine, along the side of Lake Wanaka and Lake Hawea, with stunning backdrops of chains of jagged mountains, their profile like a saw, and deep valleys still in shadow.

In Wanaka we dived into the lake, realised it was ice cold, and jumped straight back out again. We also investigated Puzzling World, a must if you are ever there. It houses a collection of optical illusions, tricks, puzzles and other things similarly cool. We spent several hours getting lost in the giant maze, trying every puzzle in the café, being amazed by the following faces, and defying gravity.


Queenstown is next on our agenda, and given its reputation as Outdoor Capital of the World, we are quite excited. Bring it on…

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