Even though we took it relatively easy the last night in Queenstown, the morning after still felt like we had a big night. Maybe it was because we had a big night, maybe it was because three weeks on the road was really starting to take its toll. The bus out of Queenstown had about 15 people on it. By the level of activity on the bus you would think no one was on it. Most everyone ends up destroyed mentally, physically, and financially after their adventures in that blessed place. The good news was that not long into our journey we stopped in a junction town called Cromwell. If you end up here make sure to check out the bakery. They make mean meat pies and sandwiches.
It was a long day on the bus and eventually we stopped at Lake Tekapo to eat lunch. Vincent and I spent the stop throwing the rugby ball around and enjoying the weather and the scenery. We also visited The Church of the Good Shepherd. This would be a magnificent place for an intimate wedding.
Finally, we got in to Christchurch, checked in, took a shower, and met up with our new roommates. We also caught up with Mark who had left Queenstown the day before and had already made some friends. Around dinner time Vincent and I went out exploring and settled for a mall food court. Then we headed back to the hostel bar, Saints and Sinners, and ended up having a mad session of UNO. The trip seemed to be morphing from intense madness to a more mellow vibe.
Church of the Good Shepherd
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