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SIMPLY SURREAL! : Our First Sight of New Zealand

Updated: Dec 31, 2020

No man ever said JETLAG is great.

Here I am jotting down the day 1 of our road trip in the South Island of New Zealand while my sleep cycle went Haywire and I could barely stay awake.

It was on the 15th of February 2019. My husband and I were on our first international trip together termed as our ‘HONEYMOON’. We were driving down to Queenstown from Christchurch and as we passed by the beautiful Canterbury plains and while I kept gazing at the blue cotton candy sky I dozed off and after a couple of hours when my husband woke me up I was mesmerized to see the postcard-worthy gorgeous turquoise lake right before me. I had never seen anything so surreal! The turquoise lake which I describe as BLUEEE, the green trees, the brown mountains, the pebbles around just blended so well. It was exactly like the painting I had done in 2012.

I spent sometime to make myself believe it wasn’t a dream. While I sat on the rocks by the lake enjoying the cool breeze on that sunny noon, at that very moment I ticked off Lake Tekapo, the blue jewel in the golden Mackenzie Country as one of my favorite destinations in the world I had visited so far.

As we continued driving, I kept sulking and I wished we had stayed in that town for one more day.

Little did I know there was another surprise that was coming our way, LAKE PUKAKI.

Lake Pukaki, another jewel of the South Island camouflaged with the sky. The experience was quite similar to the previous lake we had visited but the shade of blue differed and the colour kept changing as we continued driving towards Mount Cook.

We had a lot planned for the day and also had to hurry up and reach Queenstown before it would get too dark and we would be left alone in the middle of a no man’s land. But amidst all this, JETLAG came our way and we had to take turns to drive but when one of us went off track we noticed that we were dozing off and had to take a nap. This stop was at the largest town in the Mackenzie District called Twizel. At Twizel, we saw tourists especially students Mountain Climbing, Kayaking, Mountain Biking, and Trekking. If not for the Jetlag we would have probably missed watching all of this.

Every little spot was beautiful on its own. The large mountains, the trees, the flowers, the breeze, the little streams, the bridges, the rivers and the weather was flawless.

As the sun went down we finally reached Jacks Point in Queenstown and went to sleep looking forward to the adventures that awaited us the next day.

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