So onto the main highway back to Christchurch. I say highway 🛣️ it’s a normal road, but for New Zealand this is a highway! I can’t believe I’m about to complete my first-large-bicycle-tour. It’s all pretty uneventful as I head southwards. My next camp spot is the large domain ground of Culverden. Tucked up in the far corner under the shadow of the setting sun. The ground is flat: short mowed grass, no sandflies, no mosquitos, temperature pleasant. Happy days….
After a couple of nights layover at my brothers in Cromwell 🏠 along with getting my barnet (hair) cut, I set forth towards the West (Wet) Coast. No amount of people have informed me, you’re going to get wet and bitten to hell … we shall see! The days are a lot more stifling now, so that sprig of hair had to go! In no time at all I’m meeting fellow bicycle warriors 🚴♂️ More than I’ve met on my whole cycle travels in one day. I’m always up for restraining a cyclist to chat, even though they might seem reluctant at times. I’m in no rush, but still some cyclists still seem to be in…
I turn north’ish facing Queenstown leaving the windy Catlins behind me. The wind 🌬️ hasn’t abated, but does lie to my starboard flank. All I require now is to throw up a spinnaker ⛵ and I’ll be away! 10 kms or so to Walmahaka and stopping for a bit of lunch. Once again it’s a pie 🥧 An easy tummy supplement! I’m heading to Mataura for the night, as I’m aware they’ve a public swimming pool 🏊 Matuara is centred…