Autumn has descended on Queenstown like a necromancer, casting its spell of browns, oranges and vibrant yellows on the foliage. The lake front provides a perfect backdrop as leaves vacate their branches and take flight in twists and turns like natures ballerinas of the sky. After a short flight the leaves shower down into the lake, a golden downpour, where they nestle on the surface of the water inducing ripples and floating away. Red wine or strong coffee along with good conversation help construct Queenstown into one of the most majestic and awe inspiring destinations conceivable. Sitting outside however makes it apparent that the winds are changing, as they carry a chilled bite antecedent to winter, a brisk promise of what there is yet to come. But Queenstown still strives to impress with days where the skies are as immaculately blue as Cameron Diaz's eyes and a warm happy sun glowing such as Cameron's Diaz's hair. (I watched the mask the other day and Cameron Diaz is in it, man she is schmoken)
It is evident I am not the only person captivated by the magnificence of the southern lakes (or Cameron Diaz). Travellers from far and wide make merry visits, either short or long term, bringing their culture and experiences and more than happy to share their stories in the jocular environments the bars facilitate. Saving money is still a huge problem on the abysmal wages, however limiting myself to going out two nights in a week sometimes helps save the bank and prevents any impecunious situation. Gym is a good destination to keep me preoccupied after work, and has more benefits (except for some occasions) than getting inebriated in public areas. Strapping on the dancing boots is something I am becoming less inclined to do after the realisation I'm a horrible mover and shaker, but Queenstown induces a smile that makes your feet itch. As The Shoes like to say, its "T.I.M.E.T.O.D.A.N.C.E. in this city."
