0830 water skiing time. We met our skipper Mark at the boat ramp and we were on the water before Ronnie could properly wake up. Ed went first and after failing again to wake board handed over to Ronnie. Full of confidence she was up and waterskiing after only a few attempts. Once she was up there was not shaking her, until of course she was struck by the crippling condition known as “sleepy arms”. Back over to Ed and this time he tried Water skiing. Hurrah he’s not useless. After an hour of arm wrenching tug of war with a 300 horse power boat it was back to the hostel for breakfast then in to Starbuck for the trip to Queenstown. Lunch took the form of pie from a splendid little bakery in the heart of historic Arrowtown. Unlike many places that claim to be historic, Arrowtown seemed to actually justify this title they even had a museum with a waterwheel. The water was fed to it by a hose but at least they had one. After further exploring and a bit of shopping we headed off to Queenstown. We quickly set about booking numerous extreme activities for the next few days before needing a feed. At this point we need to thank Jon Simpson, the two chaps from Able Tasman and The Lonely Planet Guide for suggesting Ferg Burger, by far and away the bestest burger specialist food outlet either of us has been to. Sleep was going to be tough tonight as death was due to be cheated in the morning.
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