Floating and Lugeing
Queenstown is the place for young sporty daredevils and was much loved by Camille and Darren. Senior poodles too had their fun. Apart from the basket ascent they went up the mountain that overhangs the town and made 5 descents on the 'luges' which are really three wheeled go karts without engines that run down a concrete track. The best of fun. Maybe that is where the back trouble started. Mr Poodle had a 2 wheeled 'moment' on a corner that neccesitated a foot out of kart. At the bottom an Aussie gent came up in amazement and said over and over ' I thought you were gone'.
The day previous we had ourselves inserted in a harness and were dragged into the air under a parachute from the back of a boat. High above Queenstown peace rained and we sailed soundlessly. Well almost; there was some nasty creaking from the rigging, kind of snapping sounds.
Talking of peace Georgie brought me to an establishment with eyes down on St Valentines Day. On raising them I found us to be in a massage house and we entered a flotation tank. These scary looking devices are like a cross between a body scan capsule, coffin and space luge; One lies down in the saline solution closes over the cover and floats in the dark; Only the sound of one's blood pumping to be heard and the high pitched ringing for those with tinnitus. Surprisingly the confinement and lack of spatial indicators leads to a slowing down of Mr Monkey the commentator and before you know it you are, to quote a brochure in Byron Bay, 'meditating deeper than a zen monk'. This was followed by a divine massage, so poodles have had a complete service if I may use the term and have no excuses to look for mercy.
What else in Qtown? Maybe the best outing of the lot was a two hour bike ride to Frankton and back along the shore line and through the botanical gardens.
There was some talk of a bungi jump but fortuitously a bad back intervened. Was that the CAUSE of the bad back?
After 5 days it was time to have one last dinner at Dux de Luxe , the stylish vegetarian and fish restaurant and brewery. We were served by a South African descendent of the founder of Foyle's bookstore in London. Charing Cross Road?
The day previous we had ourselves inserted in a harness and were dragged into the air under a parachute from the back of a boat. High above Queenstown peace rained and we sailed soundlessly. Well almost; there was some nasty creaking from the rigging, kind of snapping sounds.
Talking of peace Georgie brought me to an establishment with eyes down on St Valentines Day. On raising them I found us to be in a massage house and we entered a flotation tank. These scary looking devices are like a cross between a body scan capsule, coffin and space luge; One lies down in the saline solution closes over the cover and floats in the dark; Only the sound of one's blood pumping to be heard and the high pitched ringing for those with tinnitus. Surprisingly the confinement and lack of spatial indicators leads to a slowing down of Mr Monkey the commentator and before you know it you are, to quote a brochure in Byron Bay, 'meditating deeper than a zen monk'. This was followed by a divine massage, so poodles have had a complete service if I may use the term and have no excuses to look for mercy.
What else in Qtown? Maybe the best outing of the lot was a two hour bike ride to Frankton and back along the shore line and through the botanical gardens.
There was some talk of a bungi jump but fortuitously a bad back intervened. Was that the CAUSE of the bad back?
After 5 days it was time to have one last dinner at Dux de Luxe , the stylish vegetarian and fish restaurant and brewery. We were served by a South African descendent of the founder of Foyle's bookstore in London. Charing Cross Road?
posted by Tim Goulding at Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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