Since we'd already seen most of Queenstown on our first day out, we decided to venture further into the New Zealand wilderness. We struck out toward the hills, walking for several miles (1) until we stumbled, dazed, thirsty, and dead tired, into a small Mediterranean deli. "We're saved!" we cried. Counting our good fortune, we decided to make lamb gyros for dinner. We purchased supplies, loaded up our packs, and headed back towards civilization. The road was trecherous, numerous candy traps attempted to lure us off the trail, doing so would surely have ended in certain doom. Several times Wes was on the brink of giving in, but Maria's strong leadership and unbending will forced him back on the path. With the sun just dipping behind the horizon, our party returned home. Never before had it been so good to see familiar faces. Most of the people staying at our hostel were from Australia and had been traveling for much longer than Maria and myself. One of the gentlemen had been in Queenstown for a week or two and had just gotten a job as a receptionist at our hostel. We stayed on the outskirts of town at a the Butterfli Inn. It was a nice hostel, with a few rooms upstairs and a few rooms downstairs. Most of the rooms, at least the ones I saw, consisted of a small wardrobe and a bed. Our bed was on the floor, which was fine, but I don't know about all of the other ones. Upstairs was a living room with several couches and a tv, as well as a dining area and a largish kitchen featuring a refriderator and two stoves. Most of the residents staying there seemed to favor cooking over going out as there was always someone in the kitchen. Maria and I anticipated cooking our own food while tripping around the country, so we opted to eat out a little more than we probably should have.
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