Me and Ollie decided to go for quantity over quality and the flame mixed grill didn’t disappoint. Although the ribs, chops and boerewors sausage were no match for the sirloin steak and I found myself jealously looking over at Nico much larger hunk of meat (and dribbling slightly). Good job they provided us with bibs to wear!
Just in case our rabbit snaring skills were a bit rusty when we made it fully into the wilds, we decided to topup in Queenstown on 1.4kg or so of ribs and rib eyes all bbq’d into a mouth-watering melt-in-your-mouth-mountain of carniverous delight to make Fred Flinstone proud. And maybe even full! Oh, and not to forget the lashings of local dairy ice cream covered in a flowing choco-river for afters of course. Gotta familiarise ourselves with the NZ rivers out here before setting-off, right? ;-)