Today we had
a nice sleep in. We were thankful for a
decent night of undisturbed sleep.
The
bathroom in this room is much better albeit rather small; I could at least have
a shower properly. The room is tired
and some of the design aspects were not thought out – like the toilet and hand
basin with shelving in a strange place!
All a bit tight.
Breakfast
was in a different restaurant this morning, so access was not such a mission
this morning. The restaurant was
crazy busy, with at least two tour bus loads as well as all the Car Club
members.
After
breakfast while Pete packed the car I checked out at Reception.
At 10.30am
we had the actual AGM – the only official part of the weekend. Here we go again – the mission to get to
the room. I made my way down the lift
to the staff area to try and work out how to get to the room, which was
downstairs, then down a further four steps.
I found a corridor but access appeared to be blocked by two large
couches! So back upstairs. The Reception was busy with all the guests
checking out, so I resorted to asking a Barman in the Lounge Bar to help
me. He was somewhat new but was happy
to try and help, along with Brett McWilliams
who discovered I seemed to be having trouble.
Back down the lift, the barman and Brett move the couches, and then we
found the door was locked from the other side! So said barman went back up in the lift,
down the stairs to the room and opened the door. We were in – oh but wait there is a problem,
there is another four steps down to the room where were meeting in! Boy this hotel is NOT ACCESSIBLE at all!
Eventually
Pete turned up and helped me down! I was
exhausted by this time and pretty stressed.
The AGM was held – took about an hour, with no dramas or controversy.
Pete
announced to all present we were off to do the Bungy Jump, and as it was on the
way to the lunch venue (Gibbston Winery) he would be keen to have an
audience! Pete had booked for 12 noon.
The Bungy
Jump is about 20 minutes from where were staying so we all jumped into our cars
and headed off as we did not have much time to hang around.
At the
Bungy Jump we reported to the Jump counter to redeem the voucher. At this point I was told I could do the jump
if I wanted as they catered for disabled jumpers! Ah NO!
Pete was the jumper. He duly
got kitted out and weighed – yes weighed and the number was written on his hand
114! Pete was full of bravado and
along with about 20 odd club members we headed to the platform to watch. The venue was undergoing renovations so the
disabled viewing platform was closed, so I had to get out of the chair and
walked down a few shallow steps – there was plenty of club members ready to
help. Someone commented on the number on
Pete’s hand “gosh they pump them through if Pete is number 114” When I told her
it was his weight she was gobsmaked!
Granted Pete was wearing jeans with his heavy boots on, so it wasn’t
quite as bad as it sounded!
So to the
jump – Pete was the only jumper at this time so we all took over the platform
to watch. For the first time in 20
years I saw Pete nervous – we could all see him taking a few deep breathes
before jumping. Jump done! The obligatory shouts where heard as he went
down – all over in a few seconds!
When Pete eventually arrives back up for the long walk up the steps, he
reckoned the steps were the killer!
Pete
purchased the photos of the jump which were $45! The jump would have cost $180, which
included a white tee-shirt, but everything else is extra; and boy do they know
how to charge!
Ready! |
Here we go! |
Wohoo! |
As our
flight home was 2.30pm we didn’t have time to go to the club lunch so said our
goodbyes and headed off to the airport via the petrol station to fuel up the
car.
The airport
was frantically busy, but we managed to park the car and get into the terminal
in good time. At check in the first
thing the Air NZ lady said “Ah I see you have jumped” - the tell tale number on
the hand! Once checked in and my chair
put through the Oversize check in, we proceeded to find something to eat.
Almost
without expectation
Airport dining facilities
are just ‘factories’ pushing out awful food, even the coffee was pretty
bad. Something that really annoys me,
as it is the last thing people remember sometimes – not good.
The flight
home was uneventful.