The descent into Queenstown Airport is frequently cited as one of the most beautiful in the world, as the aircraft weaves between the jagged, snow-dusted peaks of the Southern Alps and the deep, glacial blue of Lake Wakatipu. However, for many travelers, that initial awe is quickly followed by the logistical reality of the local
May is the only month where I actually like being a tourist. Everything else—July, August, even the ‘festive’ December rush—is just a slow-motion car crash of overpriced lattes and sweating through your shirt while standing in a line for a museum you don’t even really want to see. But May? May is the sweet spot.