Our pre-planned trip ended with our return to Christchurch. And we had three (four?) whole days left in NZ to explore what MK we wanted on our own. Thus, we were brought to another rental car in the morning, which was funny because it was the same car, different color, that we had been using on the South Island. It was a 6 hour drive to Mt. Cook, where we would finish our vacation. There were some beautiful, again Hypnotiq colored, lakes we stopped at on the way, and maybe two or three towns.

If you can wrap your head around this, or find a map since I can’t, Mt. Cook is closest to the glaciers that we were at a week ago, on the other side, but there’s no way to get there from there. So you take this drive. Whatever.

Our hotel was our own little two bedroom hut, maybe the size of where we live now, crazy. Well, we get there, and if there IS a mountain, good luck finding it. The fog ruins things from time to time, if you haven’t gotten the sense of that already. So for our first night we look around. The town is: one hotel that owns a hotel and the huts, two little bar/shack/hostel things, um, and a campground. THAT’S IT.

What? We’re spending three days here? And there isn’t a grocery store or bar? Oh no.

We went to the main lobby of the hotel and played Guess Who. Remember that game? I don’t think MK did. Maybe he never played. He got mad I kept winning. Well, when you ask questions like is it someone that is winking instead of does your guy have blond hair…

Whatever. Then we tried Trivial Pursuit but realized it was the NZ edition and there were way too many cricket questions…bedtime.