Queenstown

Following a lovely dinner of mussels and steak at the Kral's last night we hopped a Jetstar flight to Queenstown. Unfornatuely, the weather was perfect and we could clearly see the white knuckled pilot flinging the A320 between incredible basalt and granite peaks - directly into a 39knot westerly up the valley to a very short runway in Queenstown. We hopped the bus to town and had an incredible breakfast on the waterfront on a sunny, windy day. We're booked with Bruce and Kiri Richards at a luxury boutique hotel tomorrow, but needed to shop for lodging tonight. We ended up at the backpackers hostel for tonight, and managed to book the backpack penthouse suite for Wednesday. Weather is crystal clear with occasional raindrops appearing from near cloudless skies. It can't last, we are off to the botanical gardens on a peninsula jutting into the lake.

We are certainly, as Milo says, "out of the loop" here, no idea if this post will make it. Internet service is as bad here as Moore county and I can't see the screen for the sun!