On advice of our friendly innkeeper Hartley, we made the short drive up to a hiking spot called Bob’s Cove. Bob wasn’t there, but some pretty views were. Unfortunately, the wi-fi here is awful; loading a picture takes more than 15 minutes, and I’m not that patient. But the waters of Lake Wakatipu are the same blue-green brilliance we’ve seen in other lakes formed by glaciers, Think Lake Louise, only bigger.
We drove along the lake the 30 miles up to the next town. The longest straightaway on that drive is about 50 yards. This did not deter some of the local drivers, who seemed to think they were on the Formula 1 circuit.
Safely back in Queenstown, we went for a late lunch/early dinner at the one place everybody who comes here seems to know and love, FergBurger. The line is usually out the door and half-way down the block. But at 3:30, it was only about a 20 minute wait. And then about 30 minutes more before the food was ready. The place doesn’t seat more than 15 people, and there are only about a dozen choices on the menu. And yet the lines are long and constant. The burgers are huge and delicious. We’re here for a few more days, and I won’t be surprised if we go back there again.
Back at the motel after dinner, I finally got through to the baggage claim people in Auckland. The nice lady assured my bag had arrived in Queenstown, and should be delivered soon. Three hours later I called back to ask where my bag might be, as we’re only about 20 minutes from the tiny airport. Well, they couldn’t get through on the phone and now Queenstown airport is closed for the night. Tomorrow morning for sure, she said.
It’s now tomorrow morning, and I’m waiting and hoping. We’re leaving soon for our day’s activities. Maybe my stuff will be here when I get back. I’ll let you know.