Yesterday we walked up Queenstown hill for a better perspective upon this old gold mining town. It was a welcome stretch for cramped legs and a sunny day to practise with cameras. Near the top was a sculpture, a spiral to collect dreams.
Today we strolled around Queenstown Gardens before sharing first impressions over lunch. Here is a strange mixture: single glazed wooden bungalows and beat up old Japanese cars, expensive new builds and exclusive golf clubs, 70,80,90s music on the radio, tourists from all over the globe, friendly locals, little evidence of sailing (despite lake Wakatipu being vast and gorgeous), and above the ruckus of retro modernity, the tuneful call of the Tui bird.
Tomorrow we’ll pick-up the van, pack and if there’s time head for Kinloch where two glacial flows pour into this great lake. Failing that, we’ll drive straight to lake Tekapo and hope the sky is clear enough to afford a view upon new stars.