On the bus early am after a sad goodbye to queens town and my favorite hostel AQ.
Twizel is a tiny town bound by a cute river on one end and a beautiful lake on the other. Walked across town in 2 hours - cute restaurants , kids playing in a ball field , tiny supermarket , everyone knew everyone ( well almost).
The hostel was barren - it was between the summer and the ski season so not much action thereabouts. Ended up chatting with a German girl and a kiwi guy on their travels over a bottle of local Pinot noir and washed away the night.
Twizel is a tiny town bound by a cute river on one end and a beautiful lake on the other. Walked across town in 2 hours - cute restaurants , kids playing in a ball field , tiny supermarket , everyone knew everyone ( well almost).
The hostel was barren - it was between the summer and the ski season so not much action thereabouts. Ended up chatting with a German girl and a kiwi guy on their travels over a bottle of local Pinot noir and washed away the night.
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