Queenstown continued to deliver in the morning. We had a leisurely check-out and wandered in to town. A bit of souvenir shopping, and we off up the gondola to the peak for a view and some luging for Liam and me.

We probably didn’t have as much fun as the sheep that defied gravity on the sheer slopes on the way up, but we certainly gave it a shot. Both of us got the carts airborne and lifted wheels in corners, though Liam claimed victory each time. That explains the doubling in Paula’s third-party insurance now Liam is driving!! Fast enough is good enough for this old fart.

We were sorry to leave Queenstown: we probably should have booked a later flight and driven right through the day on Friday. We mourned the fact that we had experienced only one Fergburger meal: even better than our home-made ones, which will be enlivened but better seasoning and aoli in future. As for the addition of blue cheese – inspiring!!!!

In contrast, the road back to Christchurch was deadly dull and Lake Tekapo an expensive and uneventful rip-off. It was an anticlimactic end to a great trip and a wonderful day.