43 metres. Rock on either side. Water below. One girl. One rope. One way down. I did it. I BUNGIED!!!!   Crazy Mark Ramsay bought me a birthday gift to remember... a chance to plummet to my death, the highlight being survival in which case I get to dangle above the rocky gorge by my ankles. It's okay - he did it first! It was SO fun!! Even though I missed that whole go head first, not feet first so that your body doesn't get snapped as bad instruction ... 1 instruction they gave me and I did it wrong. All is good.   Mom please note: Mark was the bad influence on ME! NOT the other way. Absolutely not!! It was ALL him!   So what else have we done since we last saw our penguin friends... We meandered the Oamaru side street (yes, just street) to find beautiful old buildings all made from Oamaru limestone. All about 100 yrs old and white in colour. On the way to Dunedin we stopped at the Moreaki Boulders, round boulders that are formed in the ground around sediment and are gradually exposed by erosion and roll down to sea. The waves wash away the calcite until eventually the boulders cave in and over time are carried out to sea in bits. They vary in size but average about 1m in diameter. Dunedin... a trip to Pine Hill to catch the view from under the satellite tower of the stunning city and penninsula (deja vu... I was there a few weeks ago too).  In the city for lunch at a funky not-for-profit cafe (The Arc) and a wander about. That night Mark & I caught "Touching the Void" a wicked docu-drama about two mountain climbers at the film festival. Saturday was action packed... Museum in the morning, Cadbury World (I have eaten 7lbs of choclate in the last 3 days, honest) early afternoon, topped off with a tour of the Speights brewery (the "pride of the south" beer). Chocolate and beer. Does life get more perfect? We met up with some friends of mine that night for a few on the town. Dunedin is a huge university town, making us realize we ain't no uni students anymore. We's old. So, yesterday we climbed Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world (Sarah did it in heels) before leaving town to arrive in Queenstown. Actually first we had the biggest Becky Moment of my life. At the bottom I was playing photographer swinging 4 cameras around on my wrist while they all showed me luvin under the street sign. I wisely put my keys in my camera case and set it down beside me so as not to drop them. When I got up (clumsily as I was holding 4 cameras) I accidentally kicked the case and knocked the keys out. Would have been fine if I had noticed before that moment that I had set my things on top of the grate for the drainage. Down they went. We were lucky in that it wasn't deep nor draining quickly, but the procedure did require 2 coat hangers (nice people living on Baldwin St), a magnet and half an hour. Good samaritan who drove by with a magnet in her drunk saved the day. The guy who was washing his car up the hill and sending massive quantities of soapy water down didn't help. Thankfully no one killed me or lost their cool and Paul got introduced to a day in the life of me... Now I am really contemplating getting that spare key made. So we got here... a few photo stops along the way (magnificent scenery, we are in the middle of the southern alps now) and we are quickly going poor in Queenstown, the tourist capital of NZ. Even groceries are unbelievably expensive. All is good, tomorrow we move on. It's a great town though - population 8500 with approximately 3500 tourists coming through on any given day!!!!! unreal. So it's a lively town with wicked atmosphere, but you have to be travelling on the British pound in order to spend anytime here! We wandered today until Mark & I went jumping (so cool! I was so ready to chicken out!!) and just had a fantastic dinner. Now Sarah & I have a date with the hot tub (spa) and a bottle of champagne. It's for medicinal purposes, really.