Queenstown

Queenstown is a vibrant young town run by adrenaline junkies and surrounded by lovely mountains to jump off of. We stayed at the Pinewood Lodge and finally were separated into groups of two per room. It was pretty much a house, complete with a kitchen and cooking utensils and couches to sit on! We also had a porch with a barbeque that afforded a fantastic look out over the town (the porch, not the barbeque). Oddly though, at one point while a few of us were shooting the breeze, a german couple wandered into our abode and onto the porch. When they came back through, we asked what they were up to and found out that they were just checking the place out. There was also a stray cat that came inside and, due to Dr. J’s fondness for felines, was allowed to stay.

I also really liked being able to cook for the first time in a long, long while, and with the grocery store just up the road, took full advantage of the opportunity. We all made lamb stir-fry the first night with rice and all sorts of vegetables, and Andria and I found some cheap chicken and had tropical chicken and rice. The apricots and mango made it tropical.

Queenstown also introduced us all to the wonders of Fergburger. Fergburger is a lovely burger shop that is open from 8:30am until 5:30am and offers fine gourmet burgers; like the Bambi--a venison burger, or the Bun Laden; a falaffel burger. There are also some egg burgers and traditional beef burgers all reasonbly priced. The morning we left Qtown, infact, Andria and I went on a mission to snag breakfast there. After a very fast jog and jumping a few fences, we arrived out of breath, only to find that we had just missed it. The worker was very polite, but the fryers were turned off. It was a shame, and we meandered back; burgerless and broken.