The next day was 31st Jan, our last day in Queenstown, with all its adventure activities, and our last full day in New Zealand that we wouldn’t be on the Milford Track for.
Taking this into consideration, we opted to spend it all organising ourselves for the Milford Track. We ran around camping shops and supermarkets across Q’town and Frankton checking out prices and buying all sorts of gear we hadn’t thought of. It was quite frustrating and took longer than any of us had hoped or planned, but it had to be done. After getting everything together we packed our backpacks, took our luggage to our post-trek hotel, and returned the hire car.
Way back in Blenheim Bryce acquired a pair of sunglasses that he found in the back seat of the wine-tour van we went in. These monstrosities stayed with him up util just the day before now when he bought a good pair of polarised specs for the track (and his sail home to Aus on the Young Endeavour). So we were left with his crazy sunnies and, none of us having the heart to bin them, decided that the girl taking our hire car back should be the fortunate recipient of them. Somehow I wound up custodian of the beauties, and it was down to me to achieve the feat. Ended up that no amount of waving the things around triggered even a glance at them from this girl so I changed over to Plan B and craftily thought to leave them on her desk, preferably without looking odd leading over and without her noticing.
Success was mine, and it was poetic I thought that the glasses we so randomly stumbled across would be randomly stumbled across by their next owner too. This was great, but as we sat in the complimentary van in the driveway, this girl came out to tell us we’d left them. We all laughed and told here it was part of our plan to leave them and she was welcome to keep them. Her face brightened as she smiled the broadest we’d seen, and she left happy that she’d scored so well.
Back in Q’town we didn’t let the long hours of sunlight go to waste. Before taking the obligatory gondola ride we treated ourselves to a wonderful large indulgent meal at The Lone Star – another top recommendation. All three of us thoroughly enjoyed our meals, and the service from the quirky Maori waiter guy (who looked like he’d have been more at home on the footy field); I’d easily recommend this place to anyone else too.
Taking this into consideration, we opted to spend it all organising ourselves for the Milford Track. We ran around camping shops and supermarkets across Q’town and Frankton checking out prices and buying all sorts of gear we hadn’t thought of. It was quite frustrating and took longer than any of us had hoped or planned, but it had to be done. After getting everything together we packed our backpacks, took our luggage to our post-trek hotel, and returned the hire car.
Way back in Blenheim Bryce acquired a pair of sunglasses that he found in the back seat of the wine-tour van we went in. These monstrosities stayed with him up util just the day before now when he bought a good pair of polarised specs for the track (and his sail home to Aus on the Young Endeavour). So we were left with his crazy sunnies and, none of us having the heart to bin them, decided that the girl taking our hire car back should be the fortunate recipient of them. Somehow I wound up custodian of the beauties, and it was down to me to achieve the feat. Ended up that no amount of waving the things around triggered even a glance at them from this girl so I changed over to Plan B and craftily thought to leave them on her desk, preferably without looking odd leading over and without her noticing.Success was mine, and it was poetic I thought that the glasses we so randomly stumbled across would be randomly stumbled across by their next owner too. This was great, but as we sat in the complimentary van in the driveway, this girl came out to tell us we’d left them. We all laughed and told here it was part of our plan to leave them and she was welcome to keep them. Her face brightened as she smiled the broadest we’d seen, and she left happy that she’d scored so well.
Back in Q’town we didn’t let the long hours of sunlight go to waste. Before taking the obligatory gondola ride we treated ourselves to a wonderful large indulgent meal at The Lone Star – another top recommendation. All three of us thoroughly enjoyed our meals, and the service from the quirky Maori waiter guy (who looked like he’d have been more at home on the footy field); I’d easily recommend this place to anyone else too.
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