So leaving Oz after 3 great months was no easy task but a HUUUGE knees up on our last night with various friend we'd accrued on the way meant that there was no better way to say goodbye (excluding the inevitable hungover flight!) That being said I would be lying if I told you I wasn't a little apprehensive about leaving the sun baked sands of OZ for the snow capped mountains of New Zealand, after all my wardrobe consisted entirely of shorts, t-shirts and flipflops/thongs/jandals. However I did have more then one reason to be optimistic. Firstly, everyone we met who had been could not praise the place enough. More importantly however, we had the exciting news that we were to be a triplet again. John 'Vulcan' Cronley was to be joining us for the first 10 days of our trip. And just like the newbie at school John was to fall foul to initiation tactics - a classic de-keg. The only thing spoiling the beautiful view at Lake Tekapo that day was John's tackle...and no we were not fishing. (picture to follow - once that useless Taylor character has emailed it to me!)
Moving on from Lake Tekapo we headed down to take in the awesome sights of Mount Cook - the car journey was incredible. Rolling plains bordered by snow capped mountains dominated the horizon. One thing that strike me about New Zealand is the driving. It is never boring. Awesome views, awesome roads - rising, falling, twisiting turning - and it is impossible to get lost. If only we weren't driving in a pedestrian Nissan Sunny automatic... Anyway back to Mount Cook. As imposing as it is Mt. Cook was a little disappointing. There wasn't a great deal to do there, the views of the glacier were average and the unless you were planning to climb the damn thing we struggled to see there was anything we could. With that in mind we dedicided to sack of staying there and get back on the road. Not before we indulged in a little something to make up for the disappointment. From the Hermitage Hotel, looking over at incredible views of the mountain range we dedcided to attack the cake section of the hotel. Enjoyed.
From there we headed on to Queenstown - the activity hub of New Zealand's South Island. More importantly however, the home of the Fergburger (cheers, Carly!) Now these burgers are clearly the most incredible burgers anybody has ever eaten...anywhere. Now I know that is a bold statement but I'm sure that both John and Andy will back me up on this. From Lamb to Venison, Chicken to Falafel...you can get anything and they are alll HUUGE! And Schwinny, just so you can fully understand what you are missing out on, you can find the menu here.
So I realise I have spoken very little about anything other then food here but it was honestly that good! I've run outta time now but will get back on a bit later to let you know about all the crazy sports we got upto in Q-Town in between the obligatory drinking sessions out of teapots ofcourse!
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Nothing makes me hungier than hearing about Ferg Burger. Man, those things are as big as your head! Did you discover that awesome falafel joint on the main street over from the water?
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