Wanaka and Queenstown (previously written but now in the ether somewhere)

God, I love vacations.

While there's always lots to see and do, I also enjoy the downtime like yesterday morning. Hans left to find a golf game at 7:00, his usual time when we're on vacation. This means he gets a game in and he's back usually by the time I'm finishing brekkie.

Anyway, after he left I made coffee, took my book and settled into the jetted tub. It was great. The only thing better would have been a waterproof laptop.

We really got lucky with our motel room that night. When we left Greymouth, we had intended to just go to the Fox Glacier (just past Franz Josef). It wasn't very far and we had originally hoped to get to Haast, but were told there was nothing there. However, it was so early when we finished touring the Fox Glacier that we cancelled out booking and pressed on.

We noticed on earlier drives that there are many B & Bs everywhere, and of course all of them don't advertise on the 'net, so we were confident we'd find something. As it turned out, there really wasn't much in Haast, but Wanaka was just an hour further and it was still early.

Along the coastal drive, we passed through many sleep towns. Some have neatly kept houses, but we saw no people. It was eerie - very Stephen King.

So, we get to Wanaka and stopped at the first motel to check if they had any rooms with tubs instead of just showers. They did - and it was a suite with a jetted tub. So I got to enjoy bubble baths and Hans got his lowest ever golf score - 76! If he were here, he'd make me tell you that it was a par 70 so really, it should count like a 78, but that's still damn good!!

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