Queenstown has made us fall in love How could it not? Mountains with their snowy peaks surrounding it with the Remarkables as protagonists, a lake - the Wakatipu- as beautiful and transparent as cold, some shopping streets that never rest and beauty wherever you look.
Today we are going to tell you how it was live in queenstown, which was our New Zealand house for 3 months.
In Queenstown we met with Elia and Joan of voltan pel mon, some catamans as nice as in love (waiting for the wedding we are !!) that helped us at all times to acclimatize ourselves to this new life away from the van.
But we didn't have them all, Would it be the perfect place to establish a season? We knew it in the KFC.
You should know that something strange happens with the KFC in New Zealand: depending on the local they serve you on the $ 6 menu a large or small piece of chicken. So we decided to leave our fate to fate: if in the KFC we were given a large piece of chicken we would be lucky and we would work in Queenstown, if the piece was small we would not find anything and we would have to flee to the odd one, although less beautiful . The answer was rare: two small pieces of chicken.
-Lety, what does that mean?
-Man is twice as normal, right?
-Well yes, don't talk anymore, here we stay!
The next day we went to the office of Adstaff, a temporary work company, and at 24 hours we were already working as housekeepers. Moral of the story: never distrust chicken.
The first housekeepers experience was very rare: we arrived at the hotel and waiting for us there was a army of old ladies (who did not stop stealing milk) of about 70 years. The one that touched me was 75! Between pause and pause (that day we did more breaks than ever), the old woman told me that she had suffered a heart attack, that her husband was a bastard, that her son was an alcoholic, that her boyfriend too ... so at the end of the day I understood that my life is great! (Then I thought maybe I was inventing everything to make me feel sorry and not stick a stick in the water). Rober was touched by the only man, a 55-year-old boy, who was casually dressed like him and could not be called otherwise: Bob. I really didn't want to work either, although at least I had not suffered a heart attack or had an alcoholic woman.
As soon as we got back to the car we received a message from Adstaff asking if we wanted to work as housekeepers for 15 days. The response was positive and after a weekend living in a campsite full of furry rabbits - that said it sounds very bad but they were super nice and funny, it's you who have a problem, old green! - We begin our adventure with Element Escapes.
We could say a lot about our experience, although I think we have summed it up quite graphically in the post: the things that only housekeepers can understand. Here, apart from suffering enough physical pain and find occasional gastronomic surprise (we will never forget the muffin-based snacks, the two kg chicken that we find in a room, mussels, vodka, pizzas, ice cream, etc ... ) we did good crumbs with classmates. If something really takes us from this experience are Bianca, Gonzalo, his little Nahuel, Ivana, Sanna, Jess, Jairo and Ana.
Nahuel distrusting the little Ivana 🙂
There was the odd move in the company, fueled a little by the fact that the Spaniards (and Latinos) are cuddly flies, that New Zealanders are a rare tad and that blondes are a bit Little Pony, but anyway ... they were moved that gave us vidilla and that now, looking back, we get a smile. Of course, Andrew hurry to pay us what we owe if we do not burn the beach bar! (The authors of this post assume no responsibility in case of suspicious fires in the immediate vicinity of the headquarters of Element Escapes).
During these 3 months we had apart from being lucky to live in queenstown, we could share a flat with Jairo, Ana, Fufi and Fufito, to welcome Juan as our first couchsurfer, to meet Maria and Francesco and to have some other Rocambolesque adventure ... like the one on New Year's Eve where we don't know how we ended up celebrating the new year in the company of a few drunken Australians.
We left our wooden house on February 6 and 7, the day of my 30th birthday, we left the city: show must go on, but what a good memory we will have forever. See you later Queenstown, it was a real pleasure!
