Queenstown is for crazy people. Those who like bungee jumping and heli-skiing and the like. Those people are not me. So instead we walked around the town, drank beer and ate free pizza, found a cookie shop with a happy hour and played a lot of cards.
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Such a view |
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I could probably fill this backpack. With shoes. |
On our last day we discovered there was a bit of a ceremony going on for this steamship. It has been running for 100 years. There were a bunch of steam tractors that blew their steam horns when the boat came into the harbour. It was a call and answer of horns. And all the other boats came along as an honour guard to usher this boat into it's next century. It was all rather emotional really.
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We almost walked more, but then it got cold. And so we went in search of a fireplace. |
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