View from my hotel room.
The place was dodgy, but central and cheap.
Just a couple Queenstown shots.
I hitched a ride here with the shuttle taking people jetboating.
The trail starts somewhere up there.
The other side of the bridge above the jetboating.
This looks like a trail...
Dammit. Wrong spot. I was looking for the Moonlight track. This sign was 10 minutes from the road. Down a narrow trail. In the dark. Guarded by a panther.
Now on the Moonlight track. After finally getting good directions from a local as I trespassed up his driveway.
This is the peak. It looks so small here...
After I climb the peak, that's where I need to go: Queenstown.
After the Moonlight track, it was the Ben Lomond track.
Trying to convey how steep this is, while I rest. Again.
That's it. The top.
Taken into the sun.
That little line down there is the trail to the top of what looked like a little hill earlier.
On my way to beer. Not long yet.
Here we go. The gondola means quicker beer.
This is the next day. Rained all day. Except for the 30 minutes I walked around the Queenstown gardens.
