9th March 2011
As you come into land at Queenstown airport the plane flies down a valley between enormous rugged mountain peaks. They’re much like the Scottish highlands in character, very beautiful. And I do mean between the peaks; when I looked out of the window I could see a little car park above me at the end of a winding road with tiny people watching the plane fly past them.
We’ve met up with my parents again, and they’ve already been exploring bits of New Zealand so we’ll get some tips.
The drive down from Queenstown to Te Anau passed through more rugged scenery, with placid lakes and fields full of grazing venison… sorry, deer. I’m jumping ahead to dinner. It’s not as warm as Australia by a long chalk, but the air is fresh and dinner was a feast (I had venison T-bone in a rich plum sauce) so it all looks promising thus far.
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