First a stop at the bra fence though….yep, hundreds of bras left at “Bradona” on the way to Queenstown, and a few dollars donation to breast cancer research. No bra left from me – but I now realize I should have left the one which Bert chewed my clasp on without me knowing….& Bert is my beagle for those that don’t know. He always has to leave his mark somehow.
And then the traffic picks up – you can always tell you’re heading to a busy town and Queenstown was no exception. Parking was hard to find, as well as any place to stay.
So it is Saturday, sun is shining, but there’s a nice chill in the air – finally! In a town reminiscent of Durango, Colorado (kinda) it caters to all things tourist. Great little town area to walk around with shops, taverns, and an outside market on this day. Local artists selling all their makings – and at a decent price for sure.
Lots of backpackers here – some singing along the walk to earn some moola. Start to notice a lot of Asian tourists here too. Way more so than up north. Notice many of the stores are also Asian owned and many display both English and I assume one of the main Chinese languages.
Decided to take the town gondola up which overlooks the town – great views, no bungee off of it for me, sorry Joe! 
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