Tele-torture in Queenstown

It's been a week in Queenstown, I would have posted earlier, but not a lot has been happening. We spent a lot of time exploring the city and trying not to get lost. Queenstown is a very active city, lots of people from all over the world, of all different ages are here. There are a lot of tourist attraction, which are a little spendy, but there are still free things to enjoy...

Like this lovely photo op

There is a large lake right on the outskirts of the city. The water is super cold since it comes down right from the mountains, but a lot of people spend time on their boats, or rent jetskies and kayaks. There are a limitless amount of things to do just on the lake! Hannah and I just enjoy walking around it or swimming at the little rocky beach. 

If you walk around the lake, it takes you to the Queesnstown Gardens where you can see lots of roses and see the city from a different point of view. 

Is...is that a mermaid?? 

There's a really cool website called bookme.co.nz it allows you to get deals on tickets at the last minute. Hannah and I decided to test out the website by buying tickets to the Ice Bar. Original tickets are $20, we got them for $7, so it worked out pretty nicely! 

The Ice Bar was -5c, which is nothing for us Minnesotans! Even our glasses were made out of ice and we got to smash them on the ground when we were done with them.

Friday (Feb. 8th) was a national Mouri holiday. There were lots of bands playing and little activities to do. The big event for us was the Running of the Wools. A herd of sheep fled trough the streets as they were being manacially chased by dogs and a Shepard boy wearing short shorts. 

It was one of the coolest, yet strangest things I've seen. But apparently for every one person in NZ, there are 20 sheep, so it's safe to say that the sheep is a staple of New Zealand. 

Just because...

By the end of the week, we had landed two jobs. The first one is catering on the weekends. 

After the first night, Hannah was promoted to waitressing, leaving me behind to clean dishes all night... To be fair to me, I don't have black pants and black shoes... But that's just what I tell myself to not feel bad... That or that I'm so good at dish washing, they don't me anywhere else...sweet... My fingers will be forever pruny. The first few hours is fine, but after bending over a sink that goes lower than my hips, the old back starts to hurt... And then I spend the next 7 hours in shear torture... This is the life... I'm telling you! 

If I thought catering was rough, I didn't know what was coming... Today was our first day telemarketing. But it's not just any telemarketing... It's selling funeral insurance... People don't want to listen to telemarketing, but people REALLY don't want to talk about how they will die someday and that their family will thank them for the money when they pass away...we are suppose to get one sale per hour... I made one sale my entire shift. My boss says I need to be more pushy and don't let them talk... That's just not my forte, we will see how long I'll last before they decide I'm not worth the money. 

Here's Hannah, just living the dream...

Until next time... As the kiwi's say: Sweet as!