After 2 movies, 2 ambien and 2 flights, we arrived in Queentstown, NZ. It’s just as beautiful as I remembered. Of course, no trip of ours would be normal if everything went as planned. Britz, our campervan rental company, noticed our camper’s registration stickers had expired, so that delayed our departure by 1-1/2 hours. I guess it’s better they send someone into town to get the new registration stickers than for us to get pulled over by the Cops. Don’t you think they might have noticed that earlier, prior to our arrival? I learned a new word from watching our camper training dvd… ”Your camper comes equipped with pots, pans, utensils and egg flippers.” Egg flippers are spatulas.
The drive to Dunedin was gorgeous. Matt did a great job driving on the other side of the road and steering the camper against some gusty winds. This time the camper is an automatic so it’s much easier to drive. I might even take a turn at the wheel. However, it doesn’t seem to have the same get-up-and-go as the manual one had. On a few of the mountain inclines, we found ourselves leaning forward willing the little campervan to make it to the top.
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