Our last morning in Queenstown meant we had to put our luggage in the hotel’s storage room while we traipsed around the town, through the rain. We walked through town and shopped a bit. We found a candy store and I had a lot of fun walking around - I felt like I was in Harry Potter! All the candies were very British, and half of them were “lollies” which means candy, not lollipop. I took pictures of a few candies, and even a package of “Capri Sonne” on the shelf. Same exact packaging as Capri Sun, but spelled differently. Interesting. After shopping we grabbed a gondola and went up to Bob’s Peak for the views over the town. It had stopped raining by this point and the clouds were actually clearing up, so we could see quite a bit from up there! The ride back down was kinda scary, at least for me. The gondola lift paralleled the ground below, of course, but that ground below was at such a steep grade it was like we were in a glass elevator, practically going vertical.
We grabbed lunch at a cute little café next to an old church, and then it was time to go to the airport. Three words describe our flight to Christchurch: Holy cow, turbulence. They announced we wouldn’t be getting coffee or tea and we groaned, but then the winds hit, and I was glad they weren’t serving boiling hot beverages in the cabin. We followed the same route as before, but in reverse, so we crossed the Southern Alps first and then paralleled them for a bit over the Canterbury plains. The mountain crossing was a bit rougher than I’d like - a few sudden drops and quite a lot of minor shaking. I was glad I was with Mom, because talking to her distracted me from the drops, and I was glad when we landed.
Back at the same hostel we’d stayed in on our way to Queenstown (the Dorset House - man we loved that place to death. More on that in a separate post later), We ventured out to get some groceries to tide us over for a few days, and lived like kings with real cereal and milk. Oh boy!
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