Fancy A Fergburger?

Sadly, the morning view wasn’t impressive at all, as there was far too much cloud cover around to be able to see anything. However, it had kept the cold at bay overnight and it was almost warm when clambering out of the sleeping bag. James had been feeling a bit run down and had been breaking out the good old Lemsips over the past day or two, and after the woman in the Wanaka supermarket told me that she was also feeling rough I thought it inevitable that something would strike me down. I had had two instances of a cold setting up home in my body but had managed to disrupt their progress with half a fake Berocca on each occasion. That morning I thought I had better be prepared for the worst and got my penultimate banana out of the larder (the cupboards above the front seats that house bread, bananas, crisps, pillows and sleeping bags) and got another half Berocca on the go. With two cups of tea it meant that I was ready for the day ahead, although I realised that I would be needing more than a few toilet breaks when we got into Queenstown.

"The Remarkables"

Queenstown is lovely. You arrive by driving along the banks of the lake Wakatipu with snow-covered mountains in the background. These mountains are what make Queenstown…literally. It appears to be more of a ski resort than anything else and the mountain range is very aptly named The Remarkables. There were far too many gap-year students and nouveau-riche for my liking, which is a shame as the place is very picturesque. After wandering around a little and getting a feel of the place we headed to a place called Fergburger. It had been recommended to James by someone at work and judging by the queue outside we were in for a treat. Once we had chosen our big beefy burgers we placed our orders and didn’t so much as flinch when the woman said it would be 20 minutes wait. We waited the 20 minutes. We waited another 5 minutes. We waited another 5 minutes. Eventually Order 41 was called and I gladly received my burger and chips (to share) and we tucked in. Ooh it was good. One of the best I have tasted. And we had quite a few out in the US!

Mmmhmm, this IS a tasty burger!

Once we had wiped away the excess mayo, ketchup and aioli we headed to the campervan to leave the snowboarders to their après-ski and jockish behaviour. The next stop was Te Anau, on the way to Milford Sound. It was a fair couple of hours drive to get there and it looked pretty much like a lot of the small villages along the main highways, merely a stop-over place to refuel and refresh before hitting the road again the next day.