What a beautiful day, sunny & dry with a tailwind behind us and the water is rich shades of turquoise (lots of photos). We arrive back in Queenstown in good time and stock up on groceries and money.
While waiting by harbourfront for Peter to get groceries, a couple young men go to washroon leaving their packs on the grass. A local picks up their packs hides them by the low wall surrounding the water and joins his friends on the grass to watch their reactions.
When they return and find their packs missing, it appears that they ask the group if they saw anyone remove their packs, as they take off running toward town. I try to tell them as they sprint past that a joke is being played on them but they don't hear me. Then the local runs to put their packs back on the grass.
Peter returns, I tell him what happened. The young men are gone a long time, I wonder if they will even return here...however they do, see their packs and find out that a joke was played and hopefully learned a lesson.
We head out of Queenstown on bike path beside road it is mostly downhill.
That night we end up joining an Aussie couple, Chris & Ann in their campervan for a glass of wine and conversation. The stars are out when we retire.
Day 38 cycling 48 KM
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