I saved up all my puff and energy for a 'go' on my last day there at walking the Queenstown to Frankton track, a favourite walk that I usually do every morning when I'm in Queenstown but because of my sore feet had not been able to attempt so far on holiday.
I thought I may be able to do half of it. So, hiking-stick-but-really-walking-stick in hand, I caught a bus to half way along the track. I would be lucky in so far as if I got tired or my feet hurt, the main road with bus stops ran adjacent to the track and I could pop off the track any time I liked.
But I walked the last half of the Queenstown-Frankton track! Not jauntily as I would have preferred. I hobbled slowly, but when I got to the end I felt so jubilant that I wished I'd attempted the whole track. So ... I caught a bus back to where I'd got off the previous bus, and walked the track's other half. Triumph. Here's a picture I took from near the Frankton end of the track.
I wondered if it could be sandfly bites. Sandflies usually hang around me in droves at Lake Taupo. But, honestly, I hadn't seen any at Lake Whakatipu (Queenstown's lake).
"No," said the doctor, peering at my tummy intently. "They're definitely not sandfly bites."
"I wore a merino wool top?"
"Doesn't look like a wool allergy."
"How abouit fleas? I tried on some clothes at a thrift shop? Or the cheap moisturiser and hair shampoo I picked up on my first day in Queenstown?. Hey, it could be heat rash? Or Lake pollution? Scabies? Oh-oh-I haven't got chickenpox?"
"No. No. Nope. Nah. No. No!" said the doctor, ticking the points off one-by-one. "But It's definitely an allergy."
He shrugged. "Could be anything. From something you've eaten to the effects of a spider bite."
"So," ruminated my swimming friend, J, when I imparted this information to her later, "you don't know what you're allergic to, so you have to cut out everything?"
"That's about it," I said.