Backpacking Part Three: Queenstown

The adventure capital of the world ✒️ Written by: Abbie We arrived in Queenstown after another full day on the bus from Franz Josef. It was about 4pm, and gloriously sunny. Having spent all day on the bus, we were eager to get outside and see what Queenstown has to offer, especially as it is coined the adventure capital of the world. We quickly deposited our bags at the Nomads hostel and bagsied our bunk bed in the six bed dorm room before heading outside. Queenstown is only a small town, but compared with Franz Josef where we'd stayed the last two nights, it felt like a city. Furthermore, it had all the hustle and bustle of a city. The shore of Lake Wakatipu glistened along a small beach—almost making us think we were on the coast, rather than nestled inside a mountain range the furthest south we've ever been in the world. People gathered on this beach sunbathing, reading and chatting. Along the waterfront, bars opened up their outdoor seating areas, food stalls dotted the footpath,…