On Wednesday the 16th of January, me and Bryce packed up and drove to Queenstown, he'd scored accommodation in the A Line Hotel through his work. It was beautiful and sunny on the way down and we listened to cds the whole way. We checked into the hotel and Bryce was embarrassed that we were sharing a double bed - he thought it might get back to his work.
In Queenstown, we played cards a lot, ate way too much McDonalds, went on a lot of walks around the town and the surrounding countryside, went to see The Lord of the Rings at the movies again (I'd already seen it with my mum), and tried fucking. Neither of us was really able to bottom, though, so we gave up and and kept to the usual routine.
The day after we arrived, we went for a walk around the Botanic Gardens on the peninsula at night, as we sat on a park bench talking, holding hands, we were surprised and a bit alarmed to see a guy standing under the bushes, watching us and masturbating. We ran away and sat under a streetlight back in town, and laughed when the same guy walked past ten minutes later.
On the Saturday we visited Glenorchy, and went for a long walk around the lagoon. This was followed by a long drive out into the countryside along a gravel road, looking for a place called, ironically enough, 'Paradise.' We didn't find it.
Later that afternoon we played minigolf, and Bryce beat the pants off me. Then we went up the Gondola and went on the Luge, which is bloody scary.
On Sunday 20th, we left the hotel at 10am and drove to Milford Sound and Te Anau. The scenery was amazing, but the trip was long and boring. We didn't go on a ferry ride or anything, it was too expensive. Then it was a long drive back towards Christchurch, stopping overnight at Twizel in a horrible little budget backpackers.
The next morning we continued home, heading up inland to Mount Cook. Thank god I didn't get a job at The Hermitage Hotel there, it's so boring, despite the spectacular views.
Driving on, we stopped at Tekapo for lunch, visited the Church of the Good Shepherd and the famous statue of the dog, and then we began the final leg of the journey. We got back into Christchurch at 3:30pm and I went back to Ben and Becky's to do laundry.
I spent the evening at Tall Steve and Short Leon's house, reading their books about gay culture and listening to Steve prattle on.
"Why is it called Tourist Season if you can't shoot them?"
"Is a castrated pig disgruntled?"
"Whose cruel idea was it for the word 'lisp' to have an 's' in it?"
"Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?"
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