Queenstown left us completely stunned
again – though for entirely different reasons than Christchurch. (...)
We
arrived in the late afternoon, sun standing low and putting
everything in just the right light. The highway leads along steep
river gorges, filled with roaring blue water. Entering the town, you
are surrounded by hills and mountains in every direction and in the
middle of it is beautiful Lake Wakatipu. We came around a corner and
stood before an amazing mountain range with it's outstanding spiky
peaks, in a warm, orange evening glow. The Remarkables, they are
called – the name is no coincidence. A wonderful sight.
No matter where you look, it is
amazing. Understandable that Queenstown is one of the biggest tourist
locations of New Zealand.
The town itself is really not that big,
more of a cute village, really – but bustling with people day and
night. You can do everything here, from boat cruises on the lake to
bungy jumping, white water rafting, quad bike tours, etc etc. All
very good for getting rid of money.
We took it slowly and discovered the
lakefront walking.
We also had a look at Arrowtown and
Glenorchy. At the former you can find some leftovers from old chinese
goldmining settlements. It's a very cute village that obviously
survives only on tourists and is made up quite well for that, with
many information panels on how it once looked like. Glenorchy is a
very small village at the northern tip of Lake Wakatipu, not much by
itself, but with some stunning views over the water and at the
mountains on the way. Further north, the Routeburn track begins (one
of the NZ Great walks), as well as several other beautiful shorter
walkways through the forest. It reminded us a lot of forest in
Germany, because it lacks palm trees and ferns, though it is a lot
more natural here, wilder and less orderly.
Hoping to find an abandoned goldmining
“ghost town” we made our way to Skippers Canyon, just a bit north
of Queenstown. The road is the most adventurous we ever drove and not
without reason forbidden for rental cars.
It is a narrow gravel path, just wide
enough for the tour buses that bring jetboaters down to the river.
All along the 20km or so, you fear slipping the 50cm between car and
cliff and tumbling all the way down into the valley. Of course, we
met two of those tour buses, and had to make a scary reverse
manoeuvre to let them pass somehow.
Always in arm's reach of the rock to
our left and the yawning abyss?? to our right, we had some amazing
views over the Canyon, including a super long swing bridge over the
whole width (obviously a bungy jumping place), some ghostly dead
forest and of course the roaring blue river below.
We didn't find the mining town –
supposedly you have to get there by boat or 4 wheel drive along the
river – the gravel road ended just in the middle of nowhere. The
drive itself was adventure enough, though! We had a lot of fun
driving and snapping along the way.
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