We left Tekapo the next morning, heading to that mecca of all things extremely dangerous: Queenstown. This was our third visit, and the first that would not involve a bungee jump, jet-boating, canyon-swinging, or other assorted sense-defying stunts of foolishness.In that time-honoured tradition of having to buy a gift for people who live on the other side of the globe, and not knowing what to