Queenstown is a place for the adrenaline junkie. Its sits in the basin of great hills that have been carved by the elements and the scenery is reflected in Lake Wakatipu a 360m deep 290km2 mass of water left by a series of glaciers. We climbed through the forest along some long redundant rusty pipeline to stand at the crown of one of the taller hills, the summit gave perfect views and you could see choppers gliding low hugging the hills, their shadows dancing over the mountainous terrain. There were small skydiving planes soaring higher, in the lake a few sailing boats slice through the mirror like surface.
This place is also renowned for it’s nightlife, so naturally we came across Alana Shoosmith once more. Our evenings we drank from ice glasses in the Icebar, took shots from teapots in worldbar and got thrown off a bucking bronco in Cowboy bar. This was also where our fellowship of backpackers we had spent weeks with would disband and go our own ways, but we went out with a bang.
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