I wouldn't describe myself as very adventurous when it comes to trying such activities as found in Queenstown, New Zealand.
However four days in the town opened my eyes and I gave it a go.
To ease myself in we started with the Shotover Jet, a jet boat that speeds through gorges and into some open water performing some 360 degree turns with us either laughing, getting soaked or crying out for some more speed.
I enjoyed it but if anything didn't feel the hint of danger that this promised and was crying out for more speed.
Next up was a cable car ride up to the top of Bob's Peak which afforded wonderful back over Queenstown, Lake Wakatipu and over the the Remarkables Mountain Ranges.
I'd like to say I was brave enough to tackle the bungee swing but I settled for the luge track. Sitting on a tiny little cart hurtling around the track was great fun and we went back for more and more.
The next two days were spent at the Remarkables ski fields. I'd never skiied before so it was into the schools for me. I'd like to say I was good but I spent most of the time falling flat on my arse. I also made an enemy with the hand ski lifts!
Undettered I was back the following day and made it onto the actual slope. Needless to say I fell off the ski lift when I got to the top but thankfully no cuts and bruises. I was making my way down the hill and finally getting the control of my feet when one of my skis fell off and I felt the warmth of the bar calling.
We saved the best until last as on our final day we booked ourselves on a whitewater rafting trip. The trip up to the start point was treachourous enough as in a little bus towing the rafts we made our way along tiny tracks with sheer drops off the side.
We were assigned our rafts and guide and off we set. We had a great set of Aussie guys and a Kiwi in the raft with us and that made the trip even better. We paddled when told, crouched down to avoid falling in and the whole way down was one huge adrenalin rush.
At the end of the river we entered a tunnel, pitch black darkness and only the sound of fast running water. When we hit daylight all we could see was the raft in front of us upside down with people in the water. We crashed down a small waterfall and thankfully didn't join them in the icy water and we able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Queenstown opened my eyes to things that are out of my comfort zone. I can categorically say that the rafting was the best thing I've ever done and although I may give the skiing a miss I wouldn't mind returning to the slopes to fall on my backside with a snowboard strapped to my feet.
What's the best adrenalin sport you've done? What would you recommend doing?