Gondola and Bungy Jumping
No, we didn't bungy jump. But we did take a gondola ride to the top of the mountain here in Queenstown and just below the viewpoint we saw a couple of guys throw themselves off the platform yelling like banshees, arms and legs akimbo.
It looked like fun.
But I'm not going to do it.
We went up there because at the top, there's also a Kiwi Experience which is a Maoria performance followed but a sumptuous buffet. Even though we saw the best of this type of show in Rotorua, the Maori performances epitomize New Zealand to me and I was eager to see it again. They didn't disappoint.
This time they couldn't drive us to a village in the waka (means canoe, but in reality they take you by bus) we saw them perform indoors on a stage. Once again we were lucky and got front row seats. That might have been a tad close since we could see them sweat. Literally.
There are no fat Haka men.
The dancing and singing is very vigorous and the harmonies are really beautiful. It's not exactly dinner music, but brace yourselves, you'll get to hear it when you're next at our place.
The buffet was to die for.
The cold table had platters of green lipped mussels, clams on the half shell, and heaping bowls of peel (and behead) your own shrimp. We dug in.
When we waddled to the hot table, they had more mussels! And venison curry, and lamb. Pavlova was my favourite dessert. (I've even seen baked Pavlova shells in the supermarkets here. It was invented years ago in Australia after the renowned ballerina Pavolva. They wanted to honour her with a dessert that was as light as she was. I think they succeeded.)
It was a great evening and when we descended in the gondola, the city lights were spread out beneath us like an upside down version of the sky. Apppropriate, since we're down under.
It looked like fun.
But I'm not going to do it.
We went up there because at the top, there's also a Kiwi Experience which is a Maoria performance followed but a sumptuous buffet. Even though we saw the best of this type of show in Rotorua, the Maori performances epitomize New Zealand to me and I was eager to see it again. They didn't disappoint.
This time they couldn't drive us to a village in the waka (means canoe, but in reality they take you by bus) we saw them perform indoors on a stage. Once again we were lucky and got front row seats. That might have been a tad close since we could see them sweat. Literally.
There are no fat Haka men.
The dancing and singing is very vigorous and the harmonies are really beautiful. It's not exactly dinner music, but brace yourselves, you'll get to hear it when you're next at our place.
The buffet was to die for.
The cold table had platters of green lipped mussels, clams on the half shell, and heaping bowls of peel (and behead) your own shrimp. We dug in.
When we waddled to the hot table, they had more mussels! And venison curry, and lamb. Pavlova was my favourite dessert. (I've even seen baked Pavlova shells in the supermarkets here. It was invented years ago in Australia after the renowned ballerina Pavolva. They wanted to honour her with a dessert that was as light as she was. I think they succeeded.)
It was a great evening and when we descended in the gondola, the city lights were spread out beneath us like an upside down version of the sky. Apppropriate, since we're down under.
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