Flying into Queenstown is not for the faint hearted. Today is lovely warm and sunny, but the approach over the mountains had the feeling of a roller coaster. The plane, which was a good sized jet, banked and approached the airport with the mountains seeming to get higher and higher either side. Every time I thought we were about to touch down, another mountain appeared. I shudder to think what it is like in bad weather.
Queenstown itself is lovely on the banks of a lake. We even saw a steamer earlier. A few pints of properly pulled Guinness and cider for me were enjoyed at Póg Mahone's Irish pub. And yes the name did make me snigger.
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