That was Queenstown

Remember the sleepy ski town transformed into a buzzing hive of stressed summer summer shoppers. Remember the frantic flight to Milford sound, bouncing between the mountains in a paper aeroplane. That was Queenstown.

Remember the alleyways we escaped to, from the bustling streets of the chaotic city.
Remember the jerking jet boat darting past the jagged edges of the rapid river.
That was Queenstown.

 Remember sleepily searching for the hidden hotel, and stealing the shampoo, soap and tea bags.
 Do you remember getting home, lying on the couch, flashbacks flooding your mind as you replay the adventures of this holiday.
 That was summer.

 By Eva