Snelly goes South
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The flight that takes you into Queenstown airport is one to remember. Be it clear or cloudy, the approach into Frankton takes your breath anyway. Apparently they only allow very experienced pilots to fly in, guiding you carefully through the southern alps and down onto the intermittantly flat land that lyes 15km west of Queenstown. Luckily for me and Al, the weather was perfect, the summer sun providing us a perfect glipse at the undescribable beauty of this part of the Southland as we slowly descended.
Fortunately our high school friend Kat had kindly offered to not only put us up whilst we looked for somewhere to live, but was also waiting for us at the airport.
The memory of that first week has become not a sequence of 7 days days, but one long mess of continuous time. We hit the ground running and didnt stop all week. By the end of that week, we both had jobs, albeit part time... but it was a start. And both of us (probably much to Kats delight!) had managed to secure rooms in two seperate houses, mine up in Fernhill in a large modern house and Alex in a smaller chalet style house right in the centre of town. We all also survived the initation into Queenstown life, kindly organised mainly by Kat and her colleaugues at 'Chico's', a busy bar in tow.
Moving into 26a Sainsbury Road was one of those things I was simply destined to do!! Walking through those doors and into that totally new life somehow changed everything that happened to me after.
My friend from the UK visited me during my first week living in Fernhill as well adding even further more to the excitement. Another excuse emerged to go back out into the Queenstown bar scene, taking Bo out to experience her own slice of the action on offer. We even managed a few day time activities, walking scenic trails and heading out on the Shot-over River Jet Boat... truely a white knuckle ride! Queenstown was living up to all reputations, and those first scary but jam packed months were a couple of the best of my trip. Away from the security of Thornton Bay, me and Alex were now going at it all alone. And as much as it scared the shit out of me at times, the adrenalin and self satisfaction of it all was worth it a million times over.