These prenzels are making me thirsty.

Having had enough of the cities and larger towns for a bit, I made my first stop on the South Island a small one. Blenheim is a little hamlet about half an hour south of the ferry port. I had talked to some travelers who had been there, and recommended it as a great stop -- for wine.

I don't drink wine often, but am a fan of booze in general, and couldn't pass up the opportunity to tour the Marlborough wine region by bike. I rented a bike in town, and checked out 4 different wineries along the desolate country roads of Blenheim and nearby Renwick. With mountains in the backdrop on both sides of me and not a cloud in the sky, it was a pretty amazing ride. Having not eaten, I decided to stop at a cafe that offered "Prenzels", thinking this was a quaintly modified NZ moniker for my familiar snack. But apparently Prenzels is a shot of butterscotch schnapps. I winced, wiped my mouth dramatically, and went on my way.

Note: "Grapey" is not an acceptable descriptor for the taste of wine. Neither is "cheeseburger undertones".