Problems With Jamba Juice

History to mark the transition to a new year, Julian and I are joined at Wanaka resort surrounded by the pristine waters of a glacial lake at the foot of the Southern Alps. Known as THE place to celebrate a worthy of the name Eve, youth can be found here and invaded hotels, campgrounds, bars and restaurants. Not easy to get a place when we come here after a day of work without having booked any accommodation (that is mission impossible anyway because everything is booked months in advance). Cooks finish their service 21h, so we want our ravalons a good meal for us back on pizza. At the end of the meal, a tourist couple comes up and confesses to Albi and Bagneres ... We give them a place and begin the conversation. Outside the rain keeps falling and gently refreshes the enthusiasm of babes and playboy drunk. A decree prohibits the consumption of alcohol in the street, people may have interpreted this prohibition as an invitation to drink more and faster at home before you put your head out! ...

Our evening did not drag. Queues to slip in a few bars stretch over midnight approaches. We note just twelve shots, finish our beer and return to our car suddenly appreciate the silence disturbed by echoes from a party not quite finished.
The next day the sun came out and the clouds give way to the tops of mountains. We understand better the popularity of vacationers to come and enjoy the place to escape the work-sleep rhythm.
The road to return to Christchurch is dotted with hills, open spaces pristine vegetation, slightly bleached peaks, glacial lakes with exceptional color dazzles. The place deserves attention longer another time, when winter has certainly covered the mountains of snow and when the tourists will be too chilly to drive their cars recklessly and motorhomes. Roll on winter!