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Yesterday we arrived in Queenstown - apparently the party capital of the Kiwi Experience.
If last night was anything to go by, they were not wrong!
Since leaving Franz Josef, we continued our journey south along the west coast, and stopped in a small town called Wanaka. It was a small, quaint place, but had everything you needed. It felt like an old fashioned American city, with white picket fences everywhere, and everyone greeting each other as if they had known us for years. It was set in amongst the mountains too, and it's main centre point was Lake Wanaka itself, an enormous, freezing cold area of water, that just made this relatively small town seem so perfectly idyllic, it could have been painted on the horizon.
After our one night in this calm, our trip to Queenstown commenced, with a stop at Puzzling World. You can probably guess from its name why it was called what it is - it was a theme park produced with the soul purpose of confusing you. They had a 3D maze (meaning you have to go up and down as well as round and round) which killed a fair amount of time, as well as rooms designed to manipulate your perspective, and one room even made water run uphill.
Crazy stuff.
After this, we sat in the cafe there for about an hour, struggling to complete more little puzzles, and whinging for help like petulant children when we couldn't complete them.
Which was often.
Then it was our time in Queenstown. Despite it's reputation for rocking out, it is still pretty small, not too much bigger than Wanaka. But where they had small stores and little shops on the corner, Queenstown seems to have replaced all of these with bars, clubs, and massage parlours. We went out last night, on what was promised to be the cheapest night we could have in New Zealand - one of the bars we went to had free drinks to give us on recieving a password - on this occassion "How's it going big nose?". This is a good idea in theory, but there were a couple of potential problems.
- If the person you were saying it too actually had an unusually large conk, you are left with something of a moral dilemma.
- If you confused the bar that was providing the offer, you may get some bizarre looks, and maybe exclusion from the premises.
- The free drinks were limited, and once people around started hearing the password, the cheeky little monkeys from other buses and the local skanks stole them from us.
A flawed plan I think you agree.
But the vino did flow, and the good times rolled.
We have three more nights here before we head out on the bottom bus.
And there is Karaoke on Monday!
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