So we left Wanaka behind, Tom's flu was clearing up nicely (now only a severe cough), and off through the frosty hills and valleys towards Queenstown. A great little drive, surrounded by mountains and steep sided valleys with a torrent of water sweeping by at the bottom of each - beautiful. On a damp Saturday afternoon Queenstown was a surprisingly pretty, entertaining kind of a town. Like Wanaka there was a huge lake and mountains caked in snow, but in the NZ capital of adventure there was also an endless list of things to do which could almost kill you from bungee jumping, to skydiving, to sitting in a jet rocket attached to a wire swinging through a mountain valley at high speed! ...After avoiding a flea pit of a hostel with the baldest carpets I've
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