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Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. Sunday, March 4, 2000: Queenstown We joined Gerald and Mary for a late breakfast in … Continued
Thursday, March 2, 2000: Mount Cook After a continental breakfast, we checked out. It was at this time that Doug discovered he left his travel jacket containing his wallet at the Old Convent. He called The Old Convent. They found … Continued
Sunday, February 27, 2000: Fox Glacier We crossed the street to The Stable for another big breakfast. Same faire. Same portions. All good. Some things shouldn’t change. Isabel and Gordon spent a little more time with us this morning. We’ll … Continued
Friday, February 25, 2000: Milford Sound: All Hands on Deck We crossed the street to The Stable for another big breakfast. Same faire. Same portions. Again, Gordon sat down to speak with Doug and again I kept eating (Isabel must … Continued
Thursday, February 24, 2000: Routeburn Track We crossed the street to The Stable for another big breakfast. Same faire. Same portions. Again, Gordon sat down to speak with Doug and again I polished off the offerings. Doug got a kick … Continued
Wednesday, February 23, 2000: Big Breakfast and Dart River Doug and I emerged from our room for breakfast. Isabel and Gordon were busy in the kitchen making us breakfast. Already set out were the usual beverages: coffee, tea, orange or … Continued
Tuesday, February 22, 2000: A Series of Unbelievable Events Approx. 8:00 am: I woke up to see Doug hang up the phone and begin pacing the floor, muttering “45 minutes. 45 minutes. 45 minutes.” “What’s 45 minutes?” “We’ve got 45 … Continued