Well we are now in Queenstown, the furthest south that we will be traversing on this trip. It is a student town, but not like any I have seen! It is surrounded by magnificent snow-covered mountains and a huge lake (some fifty miles long!!!) – which affords the most amazing views from every direction (including our bedroom window).
Had salmon for dinner – caught fresh this morning (by somebody other than myself that is); and as I sit here relaxing with a glass of wine (the locals know how to squeeze a good grape) and watch the sun setting over the lake, it crosses my mind to complete a few posties (finally) and to update you on my adventure.
and also for the attention of Lord & Lady Venezuela-Shearer, Victoria Moon, Gus and Ms Brown.
I thank you for the responding emails. I am penning this to you as I sit on the outer deck of a large sea-faring vessel that is transporting myself and my statuesquely-challenged companion to the South Island.
Ah, but this life is sweet. Yesterday we awoke to the sound of (unidentified) birds chirruping in the tress, the morning light softly breaking o’er the majestic mountains and a brand new day promising delight and adventure to our hearts content.
I thank you for your delightful comments about the lyricism contained in my last correspondence with you all. I must say that I was feeling the spirit of Wordsworth when I pieced that one together and hope to reach a similar pinnacle of verbiage at another point in my life. Continue reading New Zealand ’03: October 12, 2003→
I have heard it told that after only a few weeks in ruskyland, you are now calling yourself “Tsarina”. Well I’m not having it, and wish to bring to your attention that one night attending a ballet performance of Swan Lake does not make you royalty!
I believe the current legislature requires twenty visits to respectable theatres that people have actually heard of, before you can even set foot on the lowest rung of Lordhood.