The sandflies were BLOODY AWFUL in the national park.
Despite putting layers of insect repellent on, I still got bitten. I bonded
with several other trampers [NZ for hikers] about our hatred for sandflies;
apparently only the female of the species bites, and she needs a blood meal
before she is able to lay her eggs. I met the most adorable couple from
Manchester [English husband, a retired cardiologist, and Irish wife, a
career-long nurse] who asked me all about my future plans for medical school.
We discussed all the vaccine controversies [deciding that people who did not
vaccinate are idiots] and they explained why younger people are actually more
susceptible to altitude sickness [the older you get, the thicker your blood
vessel walls are, which means less blood leakage].
The jet boat down the Dart River was exhilarating, although
probably less adrenaline-pumping than other jet boat experiences. However, the
scenery definitely made up for it. Plus, I am 90% sure that this is where the
Fellowship of the Ring canoed down the river after finding their way to
Galadriel and the Lothlorian, which I am so stoked about! Plus, I saw the Pass
of Caradhras [where Saruman sends all sorts of enchantments to prevent the
Fellowship from crossing, forcing them into the Mines of Moria]. Granted there
was no snow, but still, PRETTY COOL! This was all in addition to traveling at
speeds up to 95km/hr next to rock walls and doing 360 degree turns!
I got home in time for dinner, completely exhilarated by my
day!
above/below are both Queenstown (not Glenorchy) at sunset |
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