Windy Auckland is known as the "City os Sails." It is home to thousands of sailing vessels, and almost all America's Cup teams include one or more Kiwis. Unlike this reluctant sailor (me), ambitious sailors love the feel of their boat slicing through 20- to 30-knot winds, while leaning over the gunwale to balance the keel as she heels.
Today I felt the wrath of a New Zealand stinger. And it was a very serious problem. I was driving as we left the outdoor soaking chambers. A few miles down the road--YIKES!! I tried my best to keep the car on the narrow switchbacks while screaming bloody murder and swatting at my back, where something fuzzy was inserting hot knives in my back and twisting them, just for effect. Needless to say, I barely missed tumbling down the cliff in our right-hand-drive Nissan.
Was I really that much tastier than the locals? Was it a honeybee, wasp, or nefarious Kiwi plot to drive tourists away from the hot springs? The pain and numbness radiated down my arm and up my neck for the next eight hours, even after Benadyl.
Zip-lining? No way; it's in the forest with spiders and beetles. Bungee-jumping? No way. I'm way too chicken. Think I'll just retire to my favorite haven for sedentary seniors: my bunk. And nurse my aching back muscles while leaving the ambitious athletics to the 20-year-olds.