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First Adventure, Then Adrenalin, Now Queenstown Is World Resort For Everyone

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Kip Brook
Kip Brook

What a different a decade makes. Ten years ago, Queenstown in New Zealand, was the adventure capital of the world, only to become became the adrenalin-junkies’ capital of the world. Today, the world-award winning alpine village with billion dollar views is the resort for everyone.

A shop window t-shirt summed up Queenstown to a tee:  Eat, Drink, Snowboard, Recover!

Queenstown has it all from vertigo biking, bungy jumping and G force paragliding to leisurely bush walks, the best golf courses, wine trails, and idyllic romantic lake cruises on the near 100 year old steamer SS Earnslaw.
Jet boating began here 50 years and bungy jumping was invented here. There’s a distinctive buzz about the streets with so many young people on an adrenalin-high.

Conde Nast Traveller magazine readers picked Queenstown this year as the third best destination in the Pacific Rim behind Sydney and Melbourne – but without the big city traffic and clutter.

I just had to go there in summer and see for myself. I booked into a grand apartment at Peppers Beacon, which was the best choice for several reasons: It had unimpeded beachfront views of Lake Wakatipu and Cecil Peak – such a majestic and romantic mix – and it had masses of space to set up camp.

My $1369 a night penthouse had four ensuited rooms, a home movie-theatre room and a massive lounge with goat-skin squabs and cream leather couches. I felt totally relaxed. No wonder all the A list stars slip into the Beacon under the radar. My hostess, hotel manager Donna Stewart, made me feel at home with her warmth and energy. I never wanted to leave, but Queenstown’s attractions beckoned.

As the sun slumped on my first lazy day, I soaked in the big balcony’s hot-tub sipping a Spy Valley sauvignon blanc wine. I had to agree with all the Conde Nast readers from all over the world why Queenstown is one of the best destinations on the planet as I looked at the rosey coloured snow-capped peaks and glistening lake. Wearing just a smile, I thought The Beacon seemed one step away from paradise.

The next day I hit the fast lane for a taste of adventure for a 43km high speed jetboat thrill-a-second ride on the big yellow Kawarau Jet. This was adrenalin-addiction heaven, without jumping off a bridge on a bungy rope but exciting enough. It felt like the world was flashing before my eyes as we whizzed up and down the river and belted over the lake.

I stepped out feeling bullet-proof and headed to the Botswana Butchery – the finest of fine dining in town. To enter the restaurant you pull on a meat cleaver which is attached to the door like a door handle. The African beat pumps inside. A fire blazes and more meat clears on the wall to add to the branding.  My waitress Stef from Brazil dished up Spanish style West Coast whitebait and salad, washed down by an Envoy bubbly from Marlborough. Mmmm, this is the life.

Exhausted, I waddled along the lakeside a few minutes back to my base haven Peppers Beacon penthouse to ponder what to enjoy next.  Then I heard the Earnslaw steamer sailing back to Steamer Wharf. Donna was right when she said you can set your watch to ‘Ernie’ ass she glides back and forth from Steamer Wharf.

On my last day I tour the town’s string of art galleries Toi o Tahuna and Artbay the best of them.
Paragliders appear out of the air all day landing on a field close to town. Every second shop is something  to eat or drink, a tourist outlet to go wild on fuel-injected action like heli-biking, skydiving, rafting,  hang gliding, heli-hiking, parasailing, jetboating, bungy jumping, canyon  swinging, mountain biking, skiing, snowboarding, heli-skiing, quad biking and even river surfing. I feel giddy at the thought of any of them.  People walk around in the latest active sportswear.  I saw the irony in one thrill-seeking tourist operator having their Christmas office party at the sedate local croquet club.   
The setting sun cast a pretty, rosy tint over the snow-capped Remarkables on my final night at the Beacon. Few places match New Zealand's Southern Lakes district for raw and rugged beauty, which becomes all the more obvious in spring when the snow starts to melt. By parched summer, this resort destination of 19,000 was just as inviting in the heat as it is a Mecca in show party-winter.

New Zealand’s southern lakes area has been named among the top two destinations in the world by Tripadvisor, the world’s largest online travel community. Adrenalin-popping or steamer cruising; party town or picture-postcard gazing; Queenstown is hot stuff.

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