And wow, am I glad I did it- if the weather would have been nicer later in the week, and if my face weren't currently inhabited by golf balls made of needles (have some unknown disease currently, which is how I'm actually MISSING an afternoon of betting on the ponies along with all of Annie's friends to sit on the couch and drink tea), I would have paraglided again in a heartbeat.
The view from Coronet Peak, the location of my jump:
I jumped with a Venezuelan named Richard, who spoke broken English but was a championship paraglider- he even demonstrated some of the flips and spins later in our ride, and I have a minute long video of me reacting, although most of it is fear that I would drop the camera that he put me in charge of so that he could operate the paraglide with two hands, the better to flip me out. I think it'll be far too long to get onto youtube, unfortunately.
After that, on Thursday, Tracy and I got in our rental car and drove to Te Anau, where we checked out the glow worm caves. We didn't exactly get any photographs, since the camera flash makes the glow worms...well, not glow, so just picture if you were on a boat and what looked like the sky was only about 2 feet above your head.
On Friday, we drove to Milford Sound, part of Fiordland, and the sheer amount of rain that day actually had one benefit (even if the drawback was to make my needle-golf balls in my throat actually mutate), and that was to turn what could have been only four waterfalls into a vision of hundreds and hundreds of waterfalls, everywhere you looked:
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