Trip Start Mar 11, 2011
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Yes, we're total woosies. But then we've never been adrenaline junkies. That's not how we get our kicks.
Fortunately Queenstown has much more to offer. We loved it! It remember us of ski holidays because of its distinctive ski-town feel: based on the foot of an (albeit imported) pine-clad hill with gondolas; littered with touristy/outdoorsy shops; as well as bars and takeaways galore
We were lured by 2-4-1 drinks, every pub offering better deals than the last. We made some cool new buddies (Sarah from Canada, and Dean and Tom from Oz) that we hope to catch up with again - sometime, somewhere - in the world :-D
Of course we had give the Fergburger a go... twice, just to be sure. And when we spotted Nando's in the suburb of Frankton we were couldn't contain our excitement. We recomposed ourselves and decided it was our patriotic obligation (yes, it's a Saffa franchise!) to pop in and try their special Kiwi offerings - espetada and avo/bacon burgers.
We finally got to use this discount website - www.bookme.co.nz; a tip shared by a random beachcomber, I forget where.
$35 instead of $65. This eased the pressure on the wallet somewhat.
On a darker note...
Two mishaps mishappened upon us: Lappie the netbook white-screened and died, so serious withdrawals symptoms set in - no blogging, no videos, no music :(. But on the third day he rose again. Mr Lee skillfully revived Lappie. Good thing us geeks regularly back up our data!
Then "someone" managed to lock their keys inside Mr T on the same afternoon we SHOULD have left town. It's a very weird feeling, being simultaneously locked out of your home and car
attempts, Dean and Robin came to the rescue, managing to break into Mr T! We won't ask where they learnt this useful skill (?).
Henceforth we both carry our Mr T keys at all times, permanently attached to our trouser loops and we only ever detach them to drive Mr T and, very occasionally, to wash said trousers.
Another night in Queenstown then. I hear Fergburger beckoning...