Wānaka has treated us well. Maybe a little too well. Fat, lazy and sunburned, I stay in bed until 1 pm. Against better judgement as I’m not mentally prepared to leave this devilish paradise. As I come down, Peter remarks my sleeping habits sarcastically. I don’t care, in
Today we only have to cycle another 30km to get out of here. Even though the trail is stunning, I just want to get back into civilisation. First, our ways leads us through a wet rainforest. It smells fresh and the sun is shining through the palm leaves. The coast
We wake up around 9am. The missing doors in our shelter not only benefit sufficient air flow, but invite curious flies that bless us with their melodic humming. Having digested yesterday evening’s magnificent meal, I make my way into our private garden to enjoy nature’s greatest food -
After doing such an amazing day, we thirst for more. Weather is beautiful and sunny and we aim to get to Hokitika, around 130km. As the attentive reader might had noticed already, the heading is foreshadowing the fate of our arrogance. As we start, we are opposed with a strong
Part one: Nelson Nelson was such a good time and we ended up staying much longer than we intended. The weather was great and the vibes were on point. On the first night we were both absolutely wrecked and we were both quite keen to stay in a hostel and
Our plan was to spend a week or so sorting out our lives and our gear and then take a 2am ferry from Wellington, arrive in Picton around 7am and then start the trip off with a 100km ride from Picton to Nelson. After loading up my bike I left
Julian and I (Peter) met at a Halloween party in Wellington in early November and then by some remarkable coincidence our paths crossed the next day. We ended up hanging out all afternoon and he told me about a bike trip he was planning and invited me to come with