Kia ora Queenstown!

The flight from Nelson to Queenstown was very easy with a stop in Christchurch on the way. Flying in through the Southern Alps was breathtaking and the amazing view begin as soon as you step onto the Tarmac. It is so much colder in Queenstown, and it snowed my first night there. Definitely wished I had packed my winter coat. Needless to say, I decided to stay in my first night there to stay warm.

The next morning, I got some advice from the front desk of my hostel and did the Queenstown Hill walk. It was another baby mountain, and I don't think my legs have been or ever will be as strong as 3 weeks hiking mountains and volcanoes have made them. I met a girl from Sydney, Jeanette, who was also traveling by herself, about halfway up the hill. We had a mini photo shoot on the top of the hill. We both agreed that the hardest part about traveling alone is that there isn't always someone to take your picture, so it was nice to have a photographer and to help a fellow solo traveler.

We got a lunch of Fish n' chips and fried kiwi on a stick back in Queenstown. The fried kiwi was odd, but delicious. We strolled along the water and ended up at a restaurant with some mulled wine on the cold night. We took a walk through the park and sat for awhile on a swing set watching the sun go down over the Lake Wakatipu. I ended up buying a blanket scarf to keep warm for the next few days.