With the satisfaction that we had got to see at least part of the Queenstown festival, we left town and headed south and west toward Te Anau and the fjordlands of southern New Zealand. With snowy hills all around, the temptation was too great and it was only an hour or so before I insisted that we strike off into the backwoods near Garston to find ourselves a slope to slide down. After a half hour of gravel, snow and ice we had found nothing but fenced off farmers fields ..... “snow, snow everywhere, but not a slope to slide on” as I’m sure someone famous must have said at some point. Anyway, pressing on unperturbed we stopped at Jollies Pass in the sunshine for a spot of lunch and some fine views, before plunging into
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