Queenstown, popular Queenstown. As we were driving through Frankton (a small satellite of Queenstown) we thought to look up our Q’town accommodation for when we’d return from the Milford Track. Steve read out “Sherwood Manor” and I instantly replied “oh, well that’d be it right there”, pointing out the window, and we all marvelled at the coincidence. We drove on into Q’town and found our hotel right in the centre. As we drove around to find a park Steve said “I wonder where the Connections guys are at” and I instantly replied “there they are right there”, honking the horn and flashing the lights at our old Connections coach driving straight past us. And we all marvelled at the coincidence.
Later on us three wandered down to the Rydges hotel where the Connections guys were staying. Masquerading as though we were still on the tour we enjoyed a cheap drink or two before wandering into town in search of great curry.
We found an Indian restaurant and were treaded to the most mediocre tasting curry any of us recalled, complete with lousy service and unpleasant reminders of the meal the following day.
Steve and I then headed back up to Rydges while Bryce went back to our room for some shut-eye. I met up with and spent some more quality time with the lovely Susanne. Queenstown’s lake is tops to walk beside, night or day.
Back in the room finally, I found the guys both in bed and looking like that had been for a while, but not looking like they’d had any sleep. And no wonder, right under us was a night club, and this night was Karaoke night. And we marvelled at the coincidence of us finding accommodation above the latest open club in the backpacker capital of the country, just on the two nights we most needed sleep.