Day 3 and I had saved the most dangerous until last.
Downhill Mountain Biking, on average 2 people a day are taken to A&E in an ambulance on the queenstown tracks so the aim for the day was to not be one of them.

There are a few bike hire shops all around the same price, I find myself a nice looking bike with loads of travel on the suspension to handle the bumps and head to the gondola, I have a half day pass that I won in the Pool tournament in Franz Joseph so a nice saving of $45 there.
The runs are marked like ski routes with the same colour scheme to grade the severity of the pain you will be in, Green, blue, black. I start on a blue, it heaps of fun, fast in some parts and slower and more technical in others.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon I try most of the other routes meeting a few people on the way and even another person that was one of Chris' friends and has met Tommy before out in France.
I did about 6 or seven runs in the end but even with only going downhill the biking is tiring, the last run showed I was tiring when I started making mistakes and sliding off the edges a few times. I make my way back to the hostel to find all the room mates and work out some plans for the evening.
I did about 6 or seven runs in the end but even with only going downhill the biking is tiring, the last run showed I was tiring when I started making mistakes and sliding off the edges a few times. I make my way back to the hostel to find all the room mates and work out some plans for the evening.
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