Queenstown is nothing like either one of us had pictured. First of all, it's not a big city. You hear a lot about Auckland, Wellington, Christchurch and Queenstown as the big four cities, but Queenstown is a smallish city nestled in between giant mountains. We asked a Swiss girl at the backpackers who said it reminded her of home, and we'd imagine that's true.
We'd brought, all the way from home, a few discs with which to play disc golf. Baby G had never played, and Dizzle hadn't played in awhile, so he decided to teach her. There is a beautiful course where he's from in New York, and it's always nice to try out new ones. It was the right move. Though the course was poorly marked, there were some hazards he'd never had to contend with before: grass seed, amazing views, and ducks. Right around the 13th hole, there were something like a million ducks wandering around. We didn't aim for them, we let them play through. A good time was had by all – and we think we managed to stay even with par... we aren't really sure, as we didn't play all 18 holes. Like we said, the course was pretty poorly marked.
That was pretty much it for the day. We fell asleep early knowing it would be a pretty full day tomorrow, too.