New Zealand with Flight Centre Australia: Part II

Flying into Queenstown was one of the scariest moments of my flying life. Besides one ridiculous flight from OC to SF a few years ago, but I don’t want to remember that one. When the pilot announced that we were expecting turbulence, he wasn’t lying. It was an internal struggle between looking out the window, trying to take photos of the INSANE mountain ranges and trying to hold onto the seat (because for some reason I feel that holding on tightly is going to help save me?!).