Here are a couple of clips:
A re-enactment of the Sound of Music, NZ style (gaylords!).
This is how many people die in the NZ backcountry - being an idiot. (This wasn't staged!)
Showing posts with label Sound of Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sound of Music. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Next stop Queenstown
Queenstown, NZ south island - 19 Nov, 2006
I was in and out of Franz Josef with military precision (but with fewer body bags) and on to Queenstown, the hub of outdoorsy activities in the Fiordland, the south of NZ's south island, so called because it has fiords (or fjords if your Norwegian). You see what they've done there. Cunning.
I had arranged to meet a young fella in Queenstown by the name of Steve Johnson (23yrs, Minnesota, USA) whom I had originally met in Auckland. The idea was to do some hiking or tramping as they call it in NZ. This is not to be confused with tramping in the UK which is getting drunk and tapping off with a different person each night. No, no, no. I'll leave that sort of tramping to the Kiwi Experience crew.
There was also a rumour that Dominici 'Dommy' Stanczyk, the Polish Australian, again an Auckland contact, might be in town and join us for a re-enactment of the Sound of Music. Things could get 'interesting'.
Below is a collection of snaps from the journey to Queenstown.

Waterfall, pebbles, lake. Standard fayre for NZ.

Lake Wakatipu on the shore of which nestles Queenstown.

Me with jacket trying to make a break for it. Oh, and more Wakatipu in different hues.

Statue of Kiwi bloke and his wife; Steve wishing he was Kiwi bloke's wife and a cloud oddly stuck on a tree.
Steve and I share a beer over looking Lake Wakatipu. Not a bad spot for a beer. Is there ever a bad spot for a beer?
I was in and out of Franz Josef with military precision (but with fewer body bags) and on to Queenstown, the hub of outdoorsy activities in the Fiordland, the south of NZ's south island, so called because it has fiords (or fjords if your Norwegian). You see what they've done there. Cunning.
I had arranged to meet a young fella in Queenstown by the name of Steve Johnson (23yrs, Minnesota, USA) whom I had originally met in Auckland. The idea was to do some hiking or tramping as they call it in NZ. This is not to be confused with tramping in the UK which is getting drunk and tapping off with a different person each night. No, no, no. I'll leave that sort of tramping to the Kiwi Experience crew.
There was also a rumour that Dominici 'Dommy' Stanczyk, the Polish Australian, again an Auckland contact, might be in town and join us for a re-enactment of the Sound of Music. Things could get 'interesting'.
Below is a collection of snaps from the journey to Queenstown.

Waterfall, pebbles, lake. Standard fayre for NZ.

Lake Wakatipu on the shore of which nestles Queenstown.

Me with jacket trying to make a break for it. Oh, and more Wakatipu in different hues.

Statue of Kiwi bloke and his wife; Steve wishing he was Kiwi bloke's wife and a cloud oddly stuck on a tree.
Steve and I share a beer over looking Lake Wakatipu. Not a bad spot for a beer. Is there ever a bad spot for a beer?
Labels:
drunk nun,
fiord,
Fiordland,
fjord,
Kiwi Experience,
Queenstown,
Sound of Music,
tramping,
Wakatipu
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