Stay Classy

After too many days of traveling, I was finally able to celebrate my arrival to Queenstown with a taste of the kiwi land. Ahhh, meat pie and a ginger beer. If only the women went down as easy as this classic New Zealand meal.
You could say my journey here was less than ideal. After making a great personal decision of getting 3 hours of sleep the night before I left the states, I already knew the odds were against me. Miraculously, I made it quite easily to Denver, then LA, then Auckland. Arriving at 5 AM I am informed that my flight to Queenstown is canceled and that my next chance is 4 days later. They say they will only put me up in a hotel room for one night. WTF? After checking in to my hotel, I discover that they did not take my name or credit card. In spite of Air New Zealand's stinginess, I take an oath to do whatever I can to shoot the bill through the roof. I start with 30 dollar premium internet. Man that shit was fast! I go down for breakfast and order a bloody mary. The waiter looks extremely puzzled and tells me the bar doesn't open until 11. I said "fine, how about some white wine, gimme that expensive shit". Apparently these people don't want to load up on social lubricants at 7 in the morning. Breakfast on the room was delicious, so was lunch, half the mini bar, and dinner. The next day I wake up and dont really know what to do since that was my only night paid for. So I pack up and leave. Good luck billing my luxuries to Mr. 508187. That was the name on the room. I talk with a nice lady at the check in desk who decides to do a good deed for a kid who probably only has bad karma in his pockets. Seat 6D on the first flight to Queenstown that day. That saved me 3 days of hotels and food that I would actually have to pay for. So when I said my journey here was less than ideal, I take that back, because judging on the circumstances I think I still came out on top. Time for a killer trip of shredding! more to come...

Beautiful Lake Wanaka