We return to the town of Wanaka to check out the shops. I look for a wool sweater, but like most everywhere else all I can find is wool-possum blends (yes, the dumb animals that get run over in the road each spring). I am not willing to venture there - what happened to 100% wool?
Since William did not get a beer with his hair cut and didn't partake of the wine tasting we stop for a local brew at one of the many restaurants facing the lake. Then we are off to the New World supermarket for some groceries. As we walk through the aisles I hear at least five different languages being spoken. So much fun!