Queenstown was great. We camped in a site not far from town. First day we chilled out and booked ourselves into skiing the next day, beginners pack for 145 dollars all in.
The kitchen area in the campsite was wall-to-wall glass which must be great in the summer but in near -4 conditions was no fun for us, we ended up switching on all of the 40 cooking hobs to stop ourselves from freezing. This was OK as we were the only ones stupid, or tight enough, to be cooking :-).
In the morning the spaceship had stalactites in the inside of the window, I am not sure if this thing is airtight and safe for proper space travel.
El bought us a NZ mascot for the car a big fat sheep called Wellllington (said in an NZ accent) that has been keeping our good karma up.
The next day we headed off for the slopes in a van, with a load of school kids on a trip. The day before they had to put snow tracks on the van and the trip took ages, but we were lucky and it only took an hour. Our good karma again!.
El and I had a quick go before our lesson and El did so well that we skipped the number one lesson and went straight to number two, El was born to ski!.
I can't tell you how much more fun this is than snowboarding!!!
After a two-hour lesson with our Italian Ski instructor, Gabriela (all he kept saying was: WE GO NOWA! ) we went up the top slope on our own, El is a speed demon and scares me a bit!!! She kept wanted to go offslope and go "Freestyle" as she called it lol.
We met some Aussies at lunch and had a nice chat, until one of them pointed out that nobody much likes the English, which insulted El and interested me as it was the first bit of racist opinion that I had heard about the English. James had a book called "The Angry Englishman" which covered the world opinion of the English that I must read when I get home.
So after a wicked day we finished off in the Queenstown wine experience where you load a card up with money and go to a machine where the bottles are are filled up with argon, an inert gas, so the wine does not go off and you swipe the machine and it gives you a taster... we were in our element, it felt like gambling and always winning :-). It was a great night and we ended up in a bar with a huge log fire and massive leather sofas and drinking far too much wine, but it made us feel like we were at home and that was nice... while the hangover was not.
Kieran tasting a bit of wine....he's quite the expert, you know
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