On our first day in Queenstown we walked into town and looked around the shops and gorgeous scenery. It reminded us of the French Alps very much, with it’s stone and wood shops and French steeples on the churches. To celebrate the similarity we bought a fresh French baguette and ate it for lunch. Hmmmm. We told Dad it was a bread roll so he didn’t get too much of a culture shock. Shhhhh!
The lake seemed an unatural colour and the mountains were just magnificant. It’s a struggle not to sound repetitive but the views are just overwhelming. Dad and I are filling our SD cards and running out of camera batteries regularly.
Unfortunately, when we arrived back at the unit we got some bad news. Colins friend, Dave, who he has been mates with for almost 40 years (he was best man at his wedding and he was groomsman at ours) committed suicide last week. This has been quite sobering for us, particularly for Colin, understandably.
We have decided to stay in NZ and pay his family and kids a visit when we return. Our thoughts and prayers are with Connie and the family.