So having decided to take Christmas off, there was planning to do. By happy accident, Christmas fell on my days off this year. As any shift worker in a 365 day operation knows, getting any given public holiday off is a crapshoot. As a result, for those whose roster will fall on that day, taking leave for the day is in high demand. So invariably there will be some kind of ballot or selection process to decide who will get the holiday off, and who won’t. Kind of a “loaves and fishes” thing.
Anyway, as you know, Sarah will always do a PhD on any trip. So it began very early this year. The two of us would come to Queenstown for Christmas. We would drive down, so no flights or rental car bookings required. Hotels, however, would fill up quickly. So we needed to nail down dates, and book leave for the non-public-holiday days that we would have been working. And hotels.
For whatever reason, Sarah decided that we should spend a few days in a little town called Clyde on our way down. I don’t know why, either.
The only time we had ever been to Clyde, many years ago, we had eaten dinner at a rather good restaurant called Oliver’s”. Apparently they have accommodation, so that’s were we would stay.
I know it doesn’t sound like a PhD, but there was a lot of unfathamable research done inside Sarah’s head, that I could not do justice to.
After leaving Clyde, we would stay at a famous golfing resort outside Queenstown. In case you were wondering, neither of us would even know which way up a golf stick is held.
On our way home, we would break the trip by staying a night at Lake Telapo. Beautiful spot.
Also, there would be the obligatory wine-tastings and winery meals to scatter through our stay.
Did I mention that Otago, particularly around Queenstown, is major wine territory? And that Sarah is partial to a drop? Silly me.
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