Done in in Dunedin

Really bad title for the post! Sorry!

I'm actually on my third day in Lake Tekapo, which is stunning. However before here, came Dunedin and before Dunedin came the last couple of days of Queenstown. I did try to update while on the Magic bus, which does provide you with half an hour of wifi every day you travel. But sadly, the blog entry didn't save and I ran out of wifi before I could post. It was such a well written, articulate post too. *sigh*

Here is a rougher version of what I actually did write....

So, this morning, the bus broke down. The mechanic arrived, wandered round, sucked his teeth and fixed it within 5 minutes. We were then 40 minutes late heading off. Not too bad. That was Dunedin, a biggish city. Nice art gallery. Great to wander around when feeling a teeny bit delicate.

As it was raining so much on my last day in Queenstown, I had decided to go on a wine tour. Four great vineyards, offering much more than just a sip of each wine. Each vineyard offered at least 5 different wines to taste. The wines were rather fine, especially the Rieslings. Apparently, New Zealand is becoming quite formidable within the wine community (or so the vineyard spokespeople told us!). Although the UK gets a lot of Sauvignon from NZ, they are now starting to export Pinot Gris and Pinot Noir. (I actually sound like I know what I'm talking about - please do not be fooled). They also provided us all with a buy one get one free voucher for their wines, to be spent in Queenstown. So I, and a couple of others, Chapel (what a brilliant name!) and David, did just that!

Now, as I was dashing out of the door to catch the wine tour bus, I realised that the jeans that I had on could potentially get soaked in the horrendous rain. So I grabbed a pair of light weight trousers to take with me, just in case and squeezed them in to my tiny bag. And that was the last time I saw those trousers! Somewhere in Queenstown, quite possibly at a vineyard, is a rumpled pair of George of Asda trousers. I really must stop carrying extra clothes with me. On the upside, as I am so terrible at packing, I still have half a wardrobe with me.

The bus from Queenstown was due to leave at 07:30am. I was staying a good 35 minutes, 10 minute taxi ride out of town. (Despite being a bit far out, it was the most beautiful location). The taxi was booked for 7am. I got up at 06:50am. Oops. I have never packed so fast in all of my life. Although having one less pair of trousers did make it quicker.

I made it, and surprisingly, wasn't the last person there!

So, I made it to Dunedin, which apparently is built along the lines of Edinburgh. I couldn't quite see that myself!