Weather permitting
23rd January - Lake Taupo, North Island
Having finally put exams behind me some 2 years ago, I was rather displeased to experience that unpleasant sensation again, over here in NZ. The reason was of course our desire to take a big fall out of a small plane.
We drove into Taupo ('Skydiving capital of the world') as the sun was going down on a clear summer evening. We had our 'fush and chups', booked our jump for the next morning and went to bed to have bad dreams of slashed canopies.
However NZ, like Scotland in so many ways, has shite weather. When I awoke, looking forward to the day's activities as one looks forward to a mouthful of smashed teeth, dirty grey clouds stretched on in all directions and the jump was duly postponed. 4 times. So we prepared to wait.
And wait we did.
We were lucky in a small way; the previous evening we had shunned staying in someone's tool shed for an expensive room with a bed the size of a tennis court. And being restless but overidingly lazy people, we watched rubbish TV, read and dozed for the rest of the day.
The weather never did clear. After a day and a half of waiting, we left the 'Skydiving capital of the world' cursing our bad luck and vowing to take the next sunny opportunity to jump, wherever it may be.
We drove south to see Mount Doom instead, but that was also hidden by the bad weather. Damn you clouds!
Having finally put exams behind me some 2 years ago, I was rather displeased to experience that unpleasant sensation again, over here in NZ. The reason was of course our desire to take a big fall out of a small plane.
We drove into Taupo ('Skydiving capital of the world') as the sun was going down on a clear summer evening. We had our 'fush and chups', booked our jump for the next morning and went to bed to have bad dreams of slashed canopies.
However NZ, like Scotland in so many ways, has shite weather. When I awoke, looking forward to the day's activities as one looks forward to a mouthful of smashed teeth, dirty grey clouds stretched on in all directions and the jump was duly postponed. 4 times. So we prepared to wait.
And wait we did.
We were lucky in a small way; the previous evening we had shunned staying in someone's tool shed for an expensive room with a bed the size of a tennis court. And being restless but overidingly lazy people, we watched rubbish TV, read and dozed for the rest of the day.
The weather never did clear. After a day and a half of waiting, we left the 'Skydiving capital of the world' cursing our bad luck and vowing to take the next sunny opportunity to jump, wherever it may be.
We drove south to see Mount Doom instead, but that was also hidden by the bad weather. Damn you clouds!
Labels: New Zealand
posted by _trainer at 8:19 am
2 Comments:
I am right in thinking that New Zealand is ahead of us, approx 12 hours? But approx 20 days seems wrong some how!!
Hello
Just looking at your picture of lake Taupo, it was exactly the same when we went. We expedcted to see snow capped mountains in the distant but just got fog! ;o)
Iain
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