Queenstown is a lovely little town on a lake surrounded by mountains. It's also a place where people do things like jet boating, rafting and bungee jumping. If you like that sort of thing. Which we don't. So instead we walked around looking for the world's largest backpack. Which we found:
Truthfully, it's only slightly smaller than mine. We had planned on going up the gondola. But one day I was crabby and crappy and didn't want to do it. The next day it was pouring. The next day the gondola was closed for maintenance and we were told that it would be open in the afternoon. It was not. Nor the next day. Instead we walked around:
On our last day we discovered there was a bit of a ceremony going on for this steamship. It has been running for 100 years. There were a bunch of steam tractors that blew their steam horns when the boat came into the harbour. It was a call and answer of horns. And all the other boats came along as an honour guard to usher this boat into it's next century. It was all rather emotional really.
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Today I am thankful for having a lovely time, even when things don't go as planned.