Franz Josef to Queenstown (South Island Day 3)

We had parked overnight about halfway between Franz Josef and Queenstown, in a place called Haast. While it would've been nice to check out the beach here we had to get to Queenstown by 2:00, as my other fellow adventures had bungy jumping scheduled at that time. We hit the road relatively early because I didn't want to deliver them to their appointment late. The drive, like always, was awesome. It seems like you can't go anywhere in New Zealand without being impressed by the scenery- not that I'm complaining or anything.About an hour and a half from Queenstown, near a town call Wanaka, we came upon a very large obstacle in the road. In fact, it brought us to a complete stop at and I was dumbfounded on how to get around this furry, moving herd of sheep. The shepherd kind of just waved at us to drive through, but the herd literally took up the road from side to side for at least 100 meters. Luckily, someone in an SUV (who I assume has encountered a herd of sheep before) drove past me and took the lead. All I did was crawl behind at a slow pace. So slow that Timm was able to jump out the side door, run up and hug one of the sheep before it scrambled off. Finally after following the SUV that was moving the the sheep like it was Moses parting the Red Sea, we got back up to speed.We cruised into Queenstown at about 1:15pm- a good 45-minutes before they had to be at the bungy place. They jump they were doing is the second highest commercial jump in the world at 134 meter (somewhere around 440ft I think). Why you ask didn't I do this jump? Well besides being a scaredy cat, $220 was a little steep to pay to poop my pants. Unfortunately, Timm had forgotten to make reservations, so he was stuck with me hanging around Queenstown.Queenstown was definitely a very nice town. It's also blatantly obvious it caters to tourism and thus very commercial, but I felt it was done tactfully which gave it a small town feel. It sits right on the edge of a large lake that was magnificent as the late afternoon sun hit it. So while everyone was off being adrenaline junkies and Timm was busy emailing a professor some work, I took a stroll around town with my camera and snapped a bunch of beautiful shots.
We all met up later on once they all returned and grabbed dinner at "Fergburger." Supposedly New Zealands largest burger. While it was big, I don't know if it is actually NZ's biggest burger. But I will say this, it was one of the best I've had yet, and most of my mates would agree.