WHY AM I NOT BETTER AT WAKING UP? -
We were not exactly giggling rainbows on our torturous climb of Mt John in blazing sunshine. I have now scaled the elevation of 1031 metres TWICE. As it was such an evil ascent, it had us wondering if we'd ever smile again. At least there's lots of shade in the coniferous, larch forest and the circuit is dusty and exotic. I can't deal with STEEP especially as there's an elevation gain of 311 metres in the initial 2 kms. Better women than us, have quit this track requiring above average levels of fitness.
Amy fared better than I, some parts she charged ahead while I predominantly found the tramp up gruelling and will NEVER be silly enough to repeat it. My breathing was more regulated and my heartbeat less rapid than it was on my first ascension back in April. I didn't rush as much this time and rested for longer intervals but we decided to continue before we cried.
I have sluggish stumps for legs and can't stand the feeling of beads of sweat trickling down my back. But. have since blocked this out as the awesome landscape was so gladly received. A girl rode all the way up on her horse named Milo - it was soon mobbed for selfies at the top. All the near tears were so worth what awaited us at the top of Mt John's observatory, NZ's premier, astronomical research facility. I had promised mi hermana something spectacular and Tekapo didn't under deliver on this. It's nothing short of impossibly pretty and had us breathless. Mind-blowing panoramas made us feel much better; we restored our energy, bewitched.
FORGET TOKYO, IT'S ALL ABOUT TEKAPO -
We so greatly deserved milkshakes but Astro Café didn't have any sale (despite photos on their website) so we had to be content with a rather remarkable chicken salad sandwich and my galactical hot chocolate; I was in hot choco heaven! Chocolate strawberry torte celebration was DELICIOUS too.
The calm water below dazzled and Amy has quite possibly fallen in love with Tekapo as well. It was special to share these spectacular views with my sister. Can't we take a little piece home with us? The acreage is so beloved by me! Some of the lesser known counties within a country are the most attractive.
Naturally, we rocked out on the rock that everybody positions themselves on and had mucho HILARIUM, as would any women in their right mind! Amy's poses are all FB profile pic-worthy and every, single one taken of me is uncomfortably ugly. A dabbed deftly and I visually HEARTED my favourite setting in all of Aotearoa. I'm left deeply envious of those who do live here.
As it got windier, my thin rain mac went back on as we drifted downwards. Scenescapes of the Southern Alps, Mackenzie Basin flats and the lakeshore were all sitting pretty. After reaching the bottom, we had to pause as my legs had jellified and my vigour was all but exhausted. Amy and I sat on the shore boycotting further physical undertakings on one of those perfectly, imperfect afternoons as free spirits of the Monty fam.
When our feet enabled movement again, we shopped more - as is necessary on vacation; Amy is masterful. Two sweet bunnies had been killed and I couldn't handle my emotion. I'd love to be able to weep in a less dramatic and more subtle fashion but extreme roadkill evils really shake me up. Amy went to the Hot Pools, while I chilled pool side so she'd have company. The water looked enticing but my monthly prohibited me from entering.
Oh my gosh, we were ready to nosh at Stonehouse Grill! Amy didn't like cooking her own dinner on the hot stone slab as much as I did. I pretended to be Nigella Lawson, only not as sultry, when turning over my roast chicken and veg; the mashed potato was already done. The coolness was not wasted on me. The stars were brightly shining and gladdening our hearts; although the show wasn't as pleasing as the previous night with more cloud so we didn't stay out too long in the cold.
It took us over double time to leave our Backpackers, than it did to arrive from the village as the sun was sweltering and pushing our cases over gravelled road is hella HELL. Amy was Wonder Woman and kept taking my suitcase seeing how I struggled and suffered with my abdominal pain but I didn't want her overexerting herself either. I thanked her for actually caring about me to pain herself.
We stopped off at Four Square for snack supplies to better equip ourselves for the next leg of our road trip onwards to the QUEEN of towns. Then I 'ran' to Run 76 for a chicken panini but had been under the impression that a fresh one would be made when I explicitly ordered one without cheese but the server simply picked it off and there was still some cheesy parts inside :( That wasn't great of her.
Bye Tekapo, you idyllic friend of mine <3 having all these happy hours with you and Amy is worth losing you, until we're brought back together. The four hour bus ride to Queenstown passed quickly as I finished a chick lit novel. We checked into Southern Laughter Backpackers with the other vagrant jokers and I was momentarily stuck inside the public toilet as the door was stiff. I text Amy in my state of sheer panic to come rescue me.
Ferg Burger had its wicked way with us; it's a big wig in the world of juicy burgers and a merry one at that. My side of fries with aioli were unnecessary good mood food as I was stuffed and couldn't finish every bite. Damn my stomach failing me like that! All the ducks and seagulls screeching for scraps was not cute. THEY'RE not cute. Hustlers in feathered form! Then the dream team went off to souvenir hunt at Mary's Sheep which had many a baaaaargain; we snapped up a basket full of useless but sweet and lovely junk for those we love.
Once our burgers had gone down, we treated ourselves to a Cookie Time shake each and sat to sip and sing as they always have an awesome soundtrack blasting out while corrupting customers with cookies. My fudge brownie freak shake was outrageously special and contained *all* my heart's desires. I couldn't finish the fantastical libation of sugar-coated indulgence in one sitting.
When I went up to the backpacker's communal kitchen to refill our water bottles, I accidentally followed a lad into the toilet, thinking it was the door that led back downstairs. AWKWARRRRRRD. I was mortified and he bemused but after I explained what had happened he found it funny. Not my finest hour with my stupida side shining brightly as ever!!!
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