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I huff and puff my way up the hill to the lookout, high above Queenstown. Shuffling to the edge, I gasp when I see a beautiful town spread out on the far shore of Lake Wakatipu below. The narrow lake cuts a swathe between the landscape of snow-topped mountains, a palette of browns, blues