Profile
Blog
Photos
Videos
I think before anyone reads any further, you should google map the journey from Greymouth to Queenstown. What a long afternoon drive. Sorry I meant what a long drive with a shocking hangover. Safe to say I put dibs on the second stint. That passenger seat was going into recline mode for sure. Got a little samey in parts, the drive... We did however have a shark by the tail during one of our little roadside respites. Literally only pulled over to water the tyres and have a smoke, when we spotted two fishermen on the beach reeling in either the wreck of an old boat, or a very large fish. Imagine our surprise when we saw that it was in fact a shark, even more so when he called it a 'small one' and said he catches them all the time, just from paddling in half a foot of water. Knackers' to surfing down here again.
The drive was mentally draining. To pass time we either tried our hand at adding to the road kill that littered the roads, trying to make a further squashed mess of the road kill, or my favourite - waving to on coming drivers and seeing who gets the most waves back. This also became tedious so to put a twist on things, we resorted to giving the finger. On our approach, just outside of Haast, tom was busy catching some Z's and the sign said 'Queenstown 100km'. How impressive would it be to reach Queenstown within the hour, especially on the windy mountainous roads? Given that night had fallen, and I was basically fed up of driving, I decided to give it a go. Passing points where few and far between, but like tom will tell you from previous experience on the luge track, if there's a gap, I will exploit it. Boy did that campervan take some hammer in our final week. I failed by 13 minutes but didn't dwell too much on the defeat, after all - we'd just landed in QUEENSTOWN! Once again we managed to home in on a top 10 holiday park where we set up camp for what we thought would be the next couple of nights. Not to be the case. As it turned out, we just couldn't leave. It was set back on the hillside overlooking the lake, but still - only a 5 minute stroll into town. A welcomed change from other previous camp sites...I think our first night was fairly low key and uneventful. I say 'think', neither of us can actually remember the goings on of that Sunday night. We must have subconsciously known that the days to come were going to be insane. So I'm guessing auto pilot fired up, we re-charged or batteries, literally, and bedded down for a good night's rest...We were in NZ's adrenaline capital, there were bars galore, and the girls were en-route. Queenstown - to be continued...
- comments