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MY NEW ADVENTURE STARTED AFTER HOPPING OFF THE PLANE IN CHRISTCHURCH
Waking up early has never been my strong suit. Getting out of bed at 4 o’clock in the morning is usually a struggle of mine. However, this time was different. This time I was leaving my normal everyday life and experiencing a new one in New Zealand.
We travelled three hours to the quite little of Lake Tekapo.
The entire town faced the remarkable turquoise-coloured lake, with serrated mountains looming in the distance with sifted snow on top.
Waking up this time was a breeze. We rushed outside and stood in awe as snowflakes fell on our faces.
At Queenstown, the views were breathtaking, so much so that we got sore necks from constantly staring up at the mountains.
Snow covered the streets as far as the eye could see.
The crowd of people pushing and shoving was overwhelming.
Each coffee shop we visited had rugged-up visitors and locals next to an open fire, and we joined in.
We heard that the surrounding mountains had the perfect amount of snow to snowboard.
I had never snowboarded in my life, but my friend insisted I try.
We travelled by car up the steep mountain. My heart was racing. The ground began to shrink as the strong wind whistled around us, shaking the ski lift back and forth.
My friend gave me a quick run-down on snowboarding, then we were taken to the highest peak of the mountain.
My friend warned me, “make sure that you lean forward!”
Those felt like the last words I would ever hear.
Standing up was the hardest part, but after my feet were buckled in, there was no turning back.
I remember staring down the mountain, watching all the professional snowboarders perform flips and tricks.
Before I knew it, I was plummeting down the mountain at tremendous speed.
Boarding off the ski jumps were undoubtedly the scariest par.
Soaring through the air, however, was the best feeling in the world.