But wait, how'd they get there? Rewind.
Queenstown, New Zealand, the party place for the Kiwi Nation. There's also great cafe, pubs, shops, and all the adrenaline filled activities you can possibly think of, sky diving, bungi-jumping, world's longest swing, jet boating...there's skiing and snow sports in the winter... none of which I participated in because:
A. I like my body to stay connected.
B. I also like my body to stay connected with its bank account.
C. It's the end of the summer here, hence no snow sports.............
The cafes were a particular hit because everyone on this road trip adventure gets excited when even the slightest mention of food is made. Cat (Canada) has a book of especially delicious cafes across the country, so of course we made our way to the ONE cafe mentioned by this book our very first morning in Qtown (I haven't heard anyone actually call it that, and we probably should call it that :( because it's unflattering and sounds like the word 'q-tip)....Actually, let's just leave it at Queenstown.
Queenstown was and still is a big hit for our heroes. I think if I'd ever been to Colorado (and it's on my list) , Queenstown kind of has an Aspen-y or like, Vail-y kind of vibe. It's busy all year round but especially in the summer and winter.
We really just soaked up the general feel and culture of it all. We felt very adult when we went to a local Winery, actually tried the wine, toured a wine cave and ate cheese. Yep, big girls. We took a gondola/ski lift ride up to the top and got the birds eye view from everything about bustling Queenstown below to the GIANT, ROCKY, POINTY, BEAUTIFUL mountains that surround it.
So on this road trip we've had our trusty, busty girl, Blue Ivy. She's white, she's lovely, remember she can turn on a dime but...BUT we did notice some interesting noises she was making in and around town that she hadn't made on the journey down the West Coast. Obviously this is cause for some worry... The highways here are not like the highways at home and if something were to happen none of Blue Ivy's gang has a New Zealand cellphone. So, worrisome.
Monday, we get up early to head to Glenorchy (this gets a post on its own) for our LOTR horse trek. (I know it really seems like I don't want a nice boy to hit on me but I really, really do).
Once back in town LP drops in at Omega Car rentals for a little check up... Turns out, we brought her in at a good time. They said it was something to do with her shock absorbers or you know something... But I think her brakes were gonna go soon.
RIP BLUE IVY YOU WERE A NICE GIRL.
Now we are driving a very handsome Nissan we haves named, Bruno Timberlake Mars. Again, please refer to Google or Ask Jeeves for more pop culture references.
Bruno got us to Milford Sound with stunning results. He has a better sound system, he's newer, he's roomier, he, like Blue Ivy is a very sweet Asian, and he's SILVER.
I'm sorry Blue Ivy but we like Bruno better. Please don't haunt us from Rental Car Hell.
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