Queenstown has to be the cutest touristy town I have ever been in. It’s super small but packed with tourists. The darling little streets that don’t allow cars are filled with tables and chairs from all of the restaurants around. It is absolutely charming. Queenstown marks our half way point of this trip.
Tess and Laura recommended we have breakfast at “Vudu”. It was totally my kind of place. I ordered a Tumeric Latte and a Superfood Power Bowl filled with spinach, beets and sweet potatoes. Kellen’s french toast was a true piece of art, which he promptly inhaled.
We spent the morning off-roading on quads and had a great time. It was sooooo nice to have a motor to take me up the hills. I soooo appreciated it!
River boarding is rafting on a boogie board. They had a great time, though Laura claims to have escaped the whole thing barely alive. She marveled at Griffin’s fearlessness. Which is just another way of saying, she is amazed that someone without any common sense or survival instinct is still alive.
The only other thing worth mentioning about this glorious day off is that The Floof is no more.
We literally spent the rest of the day doing nothing. Just nothing. I am saving my legs, praying that they will rejuvenate into new ones with just one day’s rest. And if they are going to be new legs, can I have Guide Laura’s? What if we trade legs, just for tomorrow’s hike? I can unscrew mine, and screw on hers. I promise to give them back after tomorrow. I just have the feeling I am going to need a bit of help with The Routeburn Track. It’s a doozy and we are forcasted for rain.
