Queenstown & Wanaka

After an unforgettable beautiful week and many new experiences, we were on the road again with the camper. From now on, we headed back up north, but this time along the west coast. We stopped in Queenstown, a rather young and hip city known for its many recreational activities. Like many other cities, Queenstown is located on a gigantic lake, Lake Wakatipu. It is 70km long and is one of the longest lakes in the country. Of course, a hike was a must. From a hilltop, we had a wonderful panoramic view of the lake and the surrounding mountains in glorious sunshine. We decided to skip activities like bungee jumping because our travel budget needs to be replenished first, and it was a bit too much excitement for us anyway. From your perspective, what would be the biggest challenge: a swing slope, a bungee jump, or a skydive (parachuting from several kilometers high)?

After spending a classic camper day by the lake (meaning just doing nothing and relaxing), we continued to explore the area. Many towns are shaped by the gold rush of the 19th century, with Arrowtown, with only 2,500 inhabitants, exuding a special flair. The picturesque town combines Western charm and Chinese migration culture.

Afterwards, we treated ourselves to a small wine tasting. We thought that spending a hot summer day at a winery until dusk was a great idea. At around 4:30 pm, we ordered a small and affordable wine tasting with four different wines. If we ever wanted to treat ourselves to a better glass of wine, it was good to know what we could get. After tasting and discussing the four small samples in the correct order from light to dark, each of us made our personal choice. The quality of the wine was convincing, and the prices were manageable, but why were we almost the only guests? Well, we were thirsty. The waitress came, and with great anticipation, we wanted to place our order. But instead of a fruity rosé and a full-bodied Pinot Noir, we were informed about the approaching closing time. Surprised, we looked at the clock... not even five o'clock yet! Apparently, in New Zealand, it is considered wise to close beautiful gardens at wineries near a tourist hotspot no later than 5 pm on a sunny day. "Don't people just want to stay here, or what?" (quote from crane operator Ronny)

Slightly disappointed, we set off for our next destination. The Wwoofing family from Fjordland recommended the more scenic route over a pass, which according to them, was easy for any vehicle to handle. In hindsight, that statement did not apply to the car or its users. After four ten-minute breaks and a climb that resembled Alpe d'Huez, we finally made it. Both the car and we were exhausted. The temperature of the engine was frighteningly close to the center of the sun, and Caro enjoyed a free, non-adjustable seat heater as a passenger. At the highest point of the pass, we reached a campsite and gave our vehicle a well-deserved overnight break with a beautiful view.

After a restful night, our next destination was Wanaka. A playful, touristy town also located directly on a beautiful lake. The city was very lively, prices a bit higher, and the library and parking lots were crowded and not as easily accessible as we were used to. Therefore, we focused more on the beautiful surrounding nature and its numerous hikes.

A special challenge was the Roy's Peak Track. Blinded by impressions from Travelbook and the internet, Caro favored this spectacular hike. We had to conquer 1,100 meters of ascent and cover 16 km, which is not suitable for inexperienced hikers. Tim mentioned this during the planning, but Caro was not impressed. On the chosen day, we started early. However, the parking situation turned out to be inadequate. It took us 20 minutes of waiting until we could find a parking spot. Presumably, the returnee was one of those crazy people who climbed the peak at night to admire the sunrise. Finally on our way, we were really surprised by the number of hikers. The actual trail was not as varied as the ones we had walked before. In endless switchbacks, it went steeply uphill on rocky terrain. The view, which became more and more impressive with every turn, made it worthwhile.

In the distance, snow-covered mountains suddenly appeared, and thanks to the exceptionally good weather, we enjoyed a wide view.

After the first hour, Caro realized that it was going to be a very hot day. In other words - How far is it still? - It's quite steep! - Maybe today is not my day. - Help!!!

Tim led the way, both verbally motivating and physically relaxed, setting a good example. We took more frequent breaks and small bursts of motivation.

After 3.5 hours, we finally made it to the top of Roy's Peak, which is 1,600 meters high. The effort was rewarded with a breathtaking panorama, combined with a sense of pride and satisfaction for overcoming the inner struggle.