I think this may be the first time I’ve ever been happy to arrive in Queenstown. The place was as busy, loud, and obnoxious as ever, but I didn’t care because I had a much-anticipated visit from the wonderful boyfriend for the weekend! He’d taken a ridiculously expensive flight down on Saturday morning, and was there to meet me when the shuttle dropped me off in the centre.
We spent Saturday eating, wandering around, and eating more. On Sunday, we decided to climb Queenstown Hill, which was a decent trek but gave stunning views, just before the rain set in.
I sent him off on a plane home with enough time on Sunday evening to hit the supermarket and restock for the next week’s mission: Queenstown to Wanaka. Hopefully this rain subsides.