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For more than 10 days now that I put my bag in Queenstown, the town where New Zealanders advised not to stay as too touristy, too commercial, too busy, too expensive. While the business opportunities are plentiful, and competition among providers is fierce, bungee jumping, jet boating in rivers, parachuting, paragliding and other para-, cruises, kayaking, rafting, etc. etc.. Queenstown, adventure sports capital, a city of extremes. The streets are filled with pictures of tourists posing in front of a statue of Kiwi giant ice or sipping their vast Patagonia, the price of bread or milk is beyond comprehension and bars and night clubs never close. Here one sees neither elderly nor nursing home! Maybe this is not the real New Zealand that we experience here because the real estate and tourism development in Europe and encountered more than local Australian. But the young atmosphere of the city and the magnificent mountains that surround it are in place to spend a winter to remember. 3 ski resorts nearby, beautiful lakes around, hiking to heights overlooking the whole massif, charming villages a few kilometers or Fjord at 4am to discover the road. The place can certainly displeasing but despite the commercial side, the place is magical and unique.

A good job in hand, I'm ready to face the arrival of autumn and winter and enjoy the last rays of sun on the pebble beach bordering the lake. Soon the trees along the lake dye to form a picturesque scene. The first flakes of snow have already fallen and milled few peaks. The icy wind gave an overview of what will be here in winter: cold and wet. But I hope to be able to comfort me over a cup of hot chocolate while admiring the lake surrounded by the snowy mountains and thinking of you sunbathing on the beaches of the Landes (nod to my dear reader).