It is really hard to get up when there are icicles on the window and you don't have a heater, so we didn't start moving until later than expected. We were supposed to be going to Mount Cook but if we had left for that 4 hour drive, we wouldn't have had too much time to do anything. That's the trouble with coming in winter, not only is it freezing, you don't get many daylight hours. Instead, we decided to stay in Queenstown for the night, where we could meet up with Elena and have a well-needed shower.
We had a proper clean out of the van and then headed off to mooch about the town. We met Elena and sat listening to the piano man playing in the street. We ended up buying one of his cds to play in our van, to combat the silence when the radio loses signal. It was then dinner time and we invited Elena back to our campervan for spaghetti bolognaise but she opted to have her own jacket potato.
After dinner we went over to Elena's hostel for a few drinks. It was odd being back in a hostel, we haven't really met anyone else in our van and were once again surrounded by other backpackers. It was a pretty standard night out, we went to two bars, then to an irish bar which had some decent music on. Elena had been raving about Fergburgers, something everyone apparantly has when they get to Queenstown, although we haven't been around people to hear suggestions like this. Me and Charlie shared a burger with chips and this place deserves its reputation, a quality burger for the equivalent price of a McDonald's meal!
In the morning it was onwards and upwards (literally) to Mount Cook.