Official beginnings
July 31, 2016 in Scotland ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C
Nearly a decade ago: our first Big Trip ‘meeting’. Where to start…
Rough planned route
March 9, 2025 in Scotland ⋅ ☀️ 6 °C
This is it!
May 12, 2025 in Scotland ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C
Can’t believe it’s happening! Whirlwind month moving, getting bikes ready, working out if the coffee pot is in or out (in for now), getting the flat tenant-ready, negotiating airline policies, tidying up life, and wonderful moments visiting family and friends in Inverness, Manchester, Stockport, Leeds, Wigan, Fife, Cambridge, London, and Redbourn ❤️. A kaleidoscope of emotions. Next stop Dubai-Auckland-Queenstown!! After I’ve sipped this daiquiri…Read more
Dubai
May 13, 2025 in the United Arab Emirates ⋅ ☀️ 40 °C
Flying thoughts
May 14, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C
Emirates fancy pants planes now have cameras attached so you can see the realtime view from the tail and the pilot’s cockpit! Flying over New Zealand was pretty amazing - got a sense of how mountainous the South Island is.Read more
Queenstown explore - a gentle start.
May 16, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C
A note from your foreign correspondent…Exploring Frankton and Queenstown by bike. We are staying about half way between the two. Time to attend to a few chores and also chance to recuperate after the long journey and fit in a couple of nice coffees (before we are deprived of this luxury, which will turn me into an ogre for the fallow ‘non coffee’ period). Queenstown is pretty cool, picturesque, has a nice centre, and is situated right on Lake Wakatipu with a jagged toothlike mountain backdrop. An outdoor place with outdoor folks, and lots of outdoor activities it seems. Including a strange two person underwater jet ski trip thingy on the lake that we watched submerge and then pop out of the water like a breaching dolphin. The people we have met and spoken to are super nice and helpful. Saw this mural with ‘Never Settle’ which is quite apt for our current status, and life over the next few months.Read more
Arrowtown
May 17, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ 🌧 12 °C
We’ve hired a wee car to explore Milford Sound before we set off proper (we start cycling Thursday). 20 mins east of Queenstown we visited Arrowtown, firmly on the tourist trail, being a picturesque gold mining town, established in 1862. Wandering around the restored streets was strange, like being on a film set or in a living museum. Beautiful autumnal colours. I was struck by the haunting tiny huts on the edge of town, hidden in an isolated gully, which made up a ghost settlement of Chinese miners. Victims of harassment and discrimination, they lived on the fringes of the European settlement, and it was frightening to think how cold they must have been in the harsh Otago winters.Read more
Key Summit, Routeburn Track
May 18, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 4 °C
Drove from Te Anau to The Divide today, to walk the very start of the Routeburn Track. The whole 3-day track winds 32km over two spectacular glacier-sculpted sandstone ranges and NZ’s Fiordland’s Darran Mountain granite peaks. It’s wild and I’m in awe of the (beautifully bonneted) folk who pioneered routes here in the 1880s. We just went up to the first summit, a 3hr there-and-back, but was spellbound from the start. We climbed through a magical green world of ferns and moss dripping beech forest, with high mountain peaks peaking through the gaps, to emerge in a huge mountain range panaroma. One of those pinch me days. We camped in Upper Eglington, making friends with a resident robin, and cooked tea in the heavy rain, before curling up under canvas. Perfect.Read more
Milford Sound
May 19, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 2 °C
We have truly entered the land of Middle Earth. Forgive the Tolkien reference (soz for the nerd out. It probably won’t be the last time). A side day trip to see one of Earths Wonders - Milford Sound. The preceding cold night with cloudless sky after a wet evening setting up camp meant we woke today with ice on the tent and a necessary defrosting (even the car wouldn’t open). We drove to this vast valley carved by glaciers with walls that rise 1200m from sea level and mountain peaks over a mile high. It feels far away and remote and is south of the 45 degree parallel. Too much to take in and the pics don’t do it justice. Like Scotland but amplified. Similar trees and plants but with some exotic tropical looking plants thrown in, with alpine flowers and shrubs, and mossy woods, where the trees take on a mystical feel (very Entish). We met a strange wingless chicken, which is called a Weka (a flightless bird). Also encountered a lovely man called Geoff. A fellow seasoned cycle tourer from Aberdeenshire who has travelled all over, and is most inspiring gent (74 years young). Now, how to dry a wet tent? Hmmm…..Read more
Twin Rivers Trail
May 22–24, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C
First day cycling! Setting off on our loaded bikes felt pretty momentous. And it was a good start. We are making use of NZ’s brilliant ‘Great Rides’ network of long-distance cycle trails to link up a nearly off-road route from Queenstown on the west to Dunedin on the east coast. First two days were along the Two Rivers Trail to Cromwell, with one wild camp at an excellent remote spot. Exciting Indiana Jones bridges, gold mining history, and we watched someone jump from the Kawarau Bridge, the site of the world's first commercial bungy jumps.Read more
Lake Dunstan Trail
May 23–24, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
From our fab camp above the Gibbston River Trail we sped along HWY 6, trying to avoid a gazillion possum roadkills and some large trucks, onward towards the town of Cromwell. We had a break randomly at The Highlands Motorsport Park - the nearest cafe for breakfast. Here we met lovely Steph and Don (who both had just taken a very fast Lamborghini ride around the track). It was lovely to meet them and after ten mins chatting to us, they generously invited us to stay with them when we reach Wellington! We very much hope to take them up on their wonderful and very kind offer and will endeavour not to be too smelly 😊. Joining the Lake Dunstan Trail, we initially rode past vineyards, and then hugged the lakeside. Linking the heritage towns of Cromwell and Clyde, the trail witnesses land shaped by nature and also the gold miners and dam-builders who toiled along it during the last couple of hundred years. We rode along constructed clip-on boardwalks, an 86m suspension bridge, around craggy bluffs, past a floating boat cafe (!) sadly closed, and two very challenging switchback hills. One of which was called the Cairnmuir Ladder - grade 3 in mountain NZ biking parlance but much harder on bike weighing in at 28kg with 20+kg of kit strapped to it! Rising 130 vertical metres over several switch backs it was tough. Our camp at days end was beside the water, with some possums and two noisy feral pig visitors at night! 🫣😳 The wee pig was spotted on a moonlit walk and was bold as brass. Not bothered by our presence at all. The big one may have been its mum and sounded like a T-Rex. Although anything snuffling around outside a tent when you’re in it sounds large! 😆Read more
Otago Central Rail Trail
May 24–26, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C
Kicking on from the Lake Dunstan Trail, we connected to another trail at the small town of Clyde. We arrived, passing through eerie white cloud above the lake and large dam on our descent into Clyde, where we warmed up with second breakfast (embracing the habits of a Hobbit). Clyde has an old frontier like feel and exists mainly due to the gold rush of the 1860’s which attracted many folk to the area during the gold boom. The town has many traditional buildings, including the less utilised stone and also mud brick. We called in at the local bike shop (Bike it Now!) to try and get mirrors for our bikes and although they had none in stock, Hunter kindly helped us out with a map and some guidance for our route ahead. Very helpful - always good to visit a friendly bike shop.
We next called at the local store for a few provisions and bumped into a friendly man called John Wilkie, who asked us where we were heading for. John’s ancestors hail from Scotland, and emigrated to New Zealand in the 1800’s and John mentioned that his great, great grandfather was one of eight! John helpfully gave us some tips to easily get into the next stage of our ride. We joined the Otago Rail Trail, the first of NZ long-distance bike routes (the Original Great Ride) following the old 152km line that had been used to transport supplies to and from the gold fields, along with wool, livestock and supplies (1880-1980s). Passing through Alexandra, Chatto Creek and Omakau, we overnighted at a B&B in the town of Lauder (also a town in the Scottish Borders) where we met Tom and Karolina. Tom had spent 6 months cycle touring, travelling from the UK to Central Asia and had some great stories to tell and also useful info. Karolina hailed from the Czech Republic and had travelled solo around NZ. They met and eventually moved to Lauder where they have taken on the B&B at the Old Schoolhouse, after the former owners sold up. They were great hosts and made us feel more than welcome. Thanks Tom and Karolina for your kindness and hospitality. Passing by the settlements of Oturehua, Wedderburn and Ranfurly, through varied and changing terrain was wonderful. Over many bridges and through several tunnels, the information boards along the way, made us feel immersed in the history of the line and surrounding region. What it took to make it and save and transform it into a great path for bikes and people. Last night on the trail was spent sheltering in one of the old ‘stations huts’ - now home to many birds judging by the amount of bird poo! We set up our tent inside the hut, which sheltered us on a wet and windy night.
The final leg into Middlemarch next morning, stopping for some food and a coffee at the Kissing Gate Cafe, which was most welcome and where our off road trail adventure ended.
The next stage was along the road and three brutal climbs which Amanda and I both were not looking forward to…more to follow on that.Read more
Arrival at Dunedin (Ōtepoti)
May 26–27, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C
Two days to cross the horrendous 2km high hills from Middlemarch down into the fine city of Dunedin and along the Otago Peninsula coastline to Pukehiki, where we are staying for the next few days.
Luckily, a lady we met outside a cafe in Middlemarch took one look at us and our overly laden bikes and promptly took charge. She volunteered her friend Liz to take our panniers ahead for us on her commute to work. Before we knew it, all our worldly goods were whisked away across the hills to be safely deposited at a cafe in Outram, ready for us to collect once we’d puffed our way up and down the 40 miles between. I never asked her name but we will be endlessly grateful to her. Climbing the hills with all our panniers would have taken us much much longer (and almost killed me).
Even without having had to carry our panniers over the hardest bits, we were done in by the time we rolled into Dunedin. Here we did essentials: coffee, cake, washing at a laundromat, a food shop, before heading to our Airbnb (which is, of course, at the top of an incredibly steep hill. Took us over an hour to push our bikes all the way up it 😆).Read more
Pukehiki
May 27–31, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C
A special mention for this wee Airbnb where we stayed for 4 nights (originally booked for 2) and where our host, Angus, looked after us so well and made us feel at home. Thanks Angus for your warm welcome, hospitality, and tips for our journey to come!
We loved your cafe recommendation: ‘Maggies’ in Dunedin which was a great place and full of character.
The house was perfect for us and cosy during the wet day and windy gale! We loved the spectacular views from the garden, and the warbling trill of the Bellbirds (they sound a bit like R2D2).Read more
Albatross!!!
May 28, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C
Seeing an albatross was one of the main reasons I (Amanda) wanted to visit New Zealand. The Royal Albatross Centre is the only mainland place in the world where you can easily see them. I just love this amazing poetic bird. A sleek, totally efficient, dodo-like dynamic creature soaring effortlessly above the water. And the chicks are huge, fluffy, white lumps of cuteness. What’s not to love?
We cycled the 10 miles to The Royal Albatross Centre right at the tip of Taiaroa Head* taking in beautiful views across the peninsula, surrounded by sea and green (*the centre is at the top of a hill climb).
Tabatha, our guide took us up to the viewing room where we saw about 8 x four month old chicks. So big! So fluffy! The rangers weigh them regularly to check their health - these ones ranged between 7-10kg.
We had a Triple Combo ticket so went from the Albatross Centre to Monarch Wildlife Cruises. Water in the bay was calm and so clear. Saw the chicks up on the headland, and some adults up close - Royal North, White Capped and Bullers (yellow beak). They gave us a fly by and then landed and stared at us humans in the boat. We also saw some Dusky dolphins very briefly under the boat.
Quick cycle (uphill, of course) to the OPERA centre for 3.45pm (Otago Peninsula Eco Restoration Alliance). Adrian our guide took us up in a minibus over to the reserve where there are very rare Yellow Eyed Penguins, Little Blue Penguins and Fur Seals. There is only a small population of 1500 Yellow Eyed’s left in the world, with 500 based in this area (who are likely to go extinct in the next 10-20 years). We saw one far away on the beach below, and another two in the rehabilitation area.
Cycling back in the dark (via Portobello village - also by the sea at home in Edinburgh) and up the big hill to our base at Putehiki , I was filled with such a contented calm feeling. What an amazing day: we were incredibly fortunate to see these beautiful and rare birds and mammals.
Lilz got to tick one of his bucket list birds off! One he has wanted to see but thought he never would, outside of a David Attenborough doc.
“At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.”
(From the Rime of The Ancient Mariner)Read more
Sea Lions (Pakake)
May 29, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 10 °C
From our Airbnb in Pukehiti we walked down to Sandfly Beach to see if we could see any Sea Lions.
Pakake are the rarest Sea Lion in the world. They once lived all around New Zealand's coast, but were hunted to near extinction over 200 years ago for their fur (after the sea otter they have the densest warmest fur of any mammal). A small and slowly declining population survived in the harsh environment of the subantarctic islands. From there, and after a long absence, Pakake are returning to this coast to breed. Pakake rest on the shore to recover from deep sea diving for food. Rest replenishes oxygen levels in their muscles and builds insulating fat layers.
It was recommended that humans stay back more than 10 metres from sleeping sea lions to allow them to rest, and that if are in a group, not to surround the animals. Sadly some humans present on the beach didn’t comply with this, getting ‘in the face’ of the sea lions: which just enrages me.
Adult males range between 2.5-3.5m and can weigh up to 350kg. They are quite formidable. I almost thought Lilz was a goner at one point when a sea lion walked right up to him (see the vid)!! He was about 15-20m away but the angle foreshortened the distance from where I was sitting so I was quite frightened for him!
We liked watching them roll around waving their flippers in the air. They also looked so tired: they would just dramatically flop onto the sand immobile when they came out of the sea.Read more

TravelerThanks Ed. It’s a good way for us to diarise as we go and keep a record of what we’re doing for ourselves too. Yes, still on South Island. Will be for a while yet.

TravelerThey clamber up the beach, to quite high up above the high tide line, often up into the dunes. They can be quite hidden when secreted in gully’s between the grass so we were always aware, when walking along the beach - not to get between them and the sea. They can move quite fast on all four flippers. This female was resting in the dunes and sort of surprised me when her head popped up. Being the colour of sand and hidden, it was unexpected. I got a bit of a shock. She seemed calm though and I backed off immediately. Then she did a big yawn.
Dunedin
May 30, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ 🌬 9 °C
Our day in Dunedin was wintery cold but bright and sunlit. Which was great for pottering about discovering all the street art. Loved the architectural mishmash of the small city centre - colonial grandeur, 1930s chic, industrial warehouse. The railway station - which only services one intermittent ‘experience’ train (no regular passenger services) - takes pride of place in the city and is so grand with its mosaic floors, stained glass, and swirling ironmongery. Only there for a short while, but Dunedin we like you, a lot.Read more
East coast: Port Chalmers - Oamaru
Jun 1–3, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ 🌬 11 °C
Cycling the 80ish miles up the east coast from Port Chalmers to Oamaru has been full of delights: lovely folk, fur seals, giant pebbles.
Sun 1 June: Port Chalmers to Warrington…
We ambled into Port Chalmers on a sunny morning. Dunedin’s port town, it is interesting to watch the port mechanics: the heavy machinery manoeuvring timber and containers ready to be loaded onto waiting tankers. To brace ourselves for the big climb ahead (4miles up 1190ft) we stopped for coffee in the Union Co Cafe, a community hub. Here we met lovely Dee and Mark who we had an interesting wide-ranging conversation with and who convinced us to visit places ahead: including Oamaru which we hadn’t intended including in our route.
The hill was tough, but it was sunny and we enjoyed colourful sweeping views across the bay and peninsula. We ate our sandwiches at the Captain Scott monument - Port Chalmers is where he set off from for both his trips to the Antarctic. Nice roll through the countryside down the other side of the hill, joining highway 1 for a bit before turning off to make our way to the free council campsite at Warrington Domain. Walked along the beach and cooked noodles by our tent in the dark. A chilly cold dank night.
Mon 2 June: Warrington to Shag Point…
Stunning views over Karitane, where, when we reached it, we lingered enjoying hot soup at the lovely general store/cafe. After a long cycle along Highway 1 we realised we weren’t going to make the campsite we’d planned to reach and so in the dark we opted to wild camp at Shag Point. We had to move the tent from its first pitch, as we realised seals were nearby and felt we were too close to the shoreline for comfort! All through the night we heard the seal calls and their very human sounding coughs!
Tues 3 June: Shag Point to Oamaru...
Packed the tent up in the dark and had breakfast up on the Point. Looking out across the sea to the rising sun to our left, and watching the 20+ fur seals waking up to our right, bathed in orange morning light. Marvelled as we watched the seals quickly manoeuvre over the rocks - how high they can climb, to loll on the top of the cliff in the grass like solid velvety slugs. Their calls are eery - like nothing you’d expect from a seal. These moments seem unreal, like living someone else’s life you read about.
We reached the Moeraki Boulders at 10am. Loved them! So strange and unique. Exposed by the erosion of surrounding mudstone the large spherical boulders are made up of a calcite cement shell that formed around pebbles: as the process continues they ‘grow’ larger. Cracks form and are infilled with calcite crystals - visible as striking patterns on their otherwise smooth surface. Erosion has left the harder boulders behind on the beach for us to play with and enjoy.
Reached Oamaru late afternoon, where we plan to stay for two nights before heading inland along the Alps2Ocean bike trail.Read more
Ōamaru
Jun 3–5, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C
We arrived in Ōamaru via the coast road from Dunedin after our previous nights stay. We decided to spend a night in town, which enabled us to do some washing and plan the next section of our journey, when we will again be off-roading and picking up the Alps-to-Ocean (A2O) Great Ride, for about 160Km (about half of the full route, all being well) and will be in need of some thought, due to possible inclement weather approaching.
Õamaru is clustered around a harbour and backed by hills (it’s a former deep water port for this part of North Otago, but now only used by fishing boats and leisure craft).
Architecturally wonderful, with a mix of Victorian era buildings built from limestone. Many of the building edifices are
carved or signed with the names of various banks, proprietors and other civic organisations. Next to them are the later 1900’s buildings and more modern structures. It has a seaside town sort of feel with some industrial heritage . Many of the machines driving industry here were powered by water motors fed by a water system created by an engineer to pipe a new water supply from far up in the hills.
The train line runs right through town and the frequent good trains punctuate the day as they pass through the open level crossings.
It has a Heritage Precinct which we explored and this Whitestone City, born of prosperity of the mid 1800’s - supporting grain, wool and meat production in the surrounding areas, is now home to artists - we noticed many galleries and boutiques.
It is the centre of Steampunk
(which draws inspiration from Victorian-era design and technology, imagined in a world where steam power and other mechanical inventions have advanced further and encompasses fantasy and science fiction, with advanced technology and alternate histories - we learned).
Visiting the interactive museum housed in an old grain elevator building was a highlight, with many artworks by local and international artists, including a local sculptor and artist called Chris Meder, who sadly died aged 39. His metal creations of animals were wonderful and his love of bringing old and broken bits of metal machinery back to life to form new works that are full of character and this shines through in his animal sculptures.
Unlike anything we have been to, it’s a unique experience, and alongside sculptures, it housed imagined technology, interactive displays and fashion, all within a retro-futuristic vibe.
Ōamaru is home to the annual Steampunk NZ Festival (we just missed it by a day 😞 as we rolled in just after the Bank Holiday Weekend) It attracts Steampunk enthusiasts from around the world.Read more
Inland on the Alps2Ocean trail
Jun 5–10, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C
New Zealanders, although not great cyclists - only 18% regularly ride a bike compared to global average of 35% - have created an amazing ‘Great Rides’ infrastructure of off-road cycle trails crisscrossing the country which we’re really enjoying. We made use of the ‘Alps 2 Ocean’ (A2O) bike trail from Oamaru to Omarama for 160km/100miles heading back inland on our way over to the west coast.
5 June - It was exciting to see the Southern Alps in the distance with dustings of snow. Quiet roads and tracks through agricultural countryside at first, with groups of wee birds flitting from hedge to fencing keeping us company as we pedalled. As the day wore on the landscape became more varied and interesting with limestone outcrops and cliffs. Elephant Rocks lit up by the setting sun was the day’s highlight, before rolling into Duntroon campground as it was getting dark. With minus degrees and snowfall forecast that night, Steve - the caretaker who made his living doing saddlery and livery (!) - kindly let us sleep in the camp hut. No heating, but warmer than our tent, and a wonderful guest book to read and keep up our spirits!
6 June - We woke to a bright clear perfectly crisp winter morning (no snow!) and enjoyed exploring Duntroon village - with sculptures honouring the first pioneers, fossil museum, sink hole, amazingly preserved blacksmiths, old gaol, English-looking church, Flying Pig cafe, and community wetlands. We had lovely friendly chats with locals - Peter and Trevor - who, interested in us as a new spectacle in the village, came over to speak to us. An easy day cycling took us up to Kurow, only 15 miles away, over some streams forded with freezing feet. Defrosted slowly in a motel, with rain thundering down outside.
7 June - A sunny cold morning slid into a grey afternoon taking us along edges of big expanses of water - Lake Waitaki and Lake Aviemore - with blue skies and wintery mountains icily reflected. We crossed a series of hydro power dams (57% NZ electricity needs are supplied by hydro), with the last and largest, Benmore Dam, pretty impressive. Lilz remarked it looked like something out of Star Wars - could imagine starships flying out.
8 June - Climbing back up to Benmore dam from Otematata where we’d stayed, we continued up past the dam, going up, up, and then over, with views unfolding around each tight high corner. Far from any roads, the A2O took us around a remote peninsula where we were treated to cycling along the foreshore of Lake Benmore, in full sunshine, no other soul, framed by snowy peaks on all sides. Was stunning and a lot of fun! Powering up to Omarama the temperature was now perceptibly colder and the mountains a lot whiter. Luckily, the snow that had fallen heavily a few days ago had now cleared on the road over Lindis Pass enabling us to stick to our plan to cycle over and reach Wānaka on the other side. Feeling a little bit daunted tbh.Read more
Lindis Pass and Upper Clutha River
Jun 9–10, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☀️ 2 °C
9 June - Lindis Pass. It has loomed large in our minds for the last few days. The highest point on the South Isle’s highways at 971 m (3,186 ft), we needed to cross it on our route over to Wānaka. Covered in snow it had been too dangerous for us to attempt, but now the snow had melted… it was time.
Found it hard from the start. A long, long straight road leads you in, energy-sapping in its ever-so-slight but relentless crawl uphill (imperceptible to a driver), before the gradient increases up into the mountain folds. Although a hard slog, the gradual climb meant the Pass felt manageable and we reached the Lookout Point at noon, feeling elated, to join the other tourists taking photos.
Wrapping up well we plunged down the other side, which was steep and freezing cold. The sun couldn’t reach the road over the mountains and the world became a blur of blue and grey as the icy wind whipped past as we hurtled down. It felt quite hazardous trying not to skid in the loose scree at the side of the road, or lose our cool when the few trucks thundered past. Glad to reach the lower levels, where the sun found us making it considerably warmer and we started to thaw out.
We were happy to finally leave hwy 8 and join a dirt road that took us up through high sheep country, with wide sweeping views across the valley. Looking for a place to wild camp nothing appeared and we had to rejoin the highway. Dusk was upon us and the tank was empty. As the sun dramatically edged the darkening mountains on the horizon in gold, we found a less-than-ideal camp spot amongst some trees. Trying to cook, we realised our stove was broken - the thread on the gas canister valve was worn out and we could no longer attach the gas. Glumly, we chewed cold cheese rolls in the dark tent before bedding down.
10 June - Having survived the possums through the night, we were up before light to collapse the tent and get away lickety split. Only stopped for breakfast once we had reached the Upper Clutha River trail and could leave the highway once more. Had watery, but welcome, oats at a bench overlooking a horseshoe bend in the river far below. The river was wild: huge and deep and fast, cutting a deep swathe through the land, and the rising sun was fiery in an otherwise grey expanse. A beautiful start to the day!
Enjoyed cycling above the river. The trail was long - with the river as company all the way - sometimes taking us down to the fast flowing turquoise water, sometimes taking us back to the river’s ridgeline. With lots of stoney scree and large bouldery pebbles making it almost impossible to cycle it was hard going and Maybe Thom hated it. Reaching a patisserie in Albert Town was the. most. welcome thing. Amanda was beyond hangries, poor Lilz. From there it was an easy roll to our Airbnb in Wānaka which was an absolute treat. Never before been so excited to have pizza and wine and a film. The simple things truly are the best.Read more
Wanaka
Jun 10–13, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☀️ 3 °C
We reached Wanaka after a long previous day and traverse of the Lindis Pass. The 53 mile day prayed heavily on our legs and the final ride into Wanaka via Albert was via a trail more suited to a mountain bike. Safe to say we were both pretty ‘gubbed’ by the time we arrived at the AirBnB. We looked forward to a couple of days off the bikes and to replenish our energy levels.
Wanaka has a resort feel and sits on the edge of the lake of the same name. It seems to cater for the outdoor type but seems a bit more relaxed and tranquil compared to Queenstown. We’d imagine that it’s banging on the summer with boating, water ski and other water based pursuits and also in winter with skiing, snowboarding, such is its proximity to Mount Aspiring National Park - an area of mountains, lakes and forest, with many walking trails and peaks to climb and frolic upon.
We arrived in shoulder season month, so it was ticking over with camper van tourists but not massively busy. We rented a small house up the hill out of town, nice and quiet and perfect to base ourselves at.
The lake is surrounded by hills and with mountains in the distance offers spectacular views. Unfortunately, due to the time of year and climate, it often experiences cloud inversions and the low formed cloud obscures the tops as it did while we were there - only teasing views of the snowy caps.
It has a famous tree, which has probably been photographed and Instagrammed a million times. Apparently it grew from a sapling seeded in a fence post. It sits on its root island on the shoreline and offers us all a tree ‘money shot’ with its delicate bonsai pose and serene backdrop. You can easily find it. Just look along the shore to the west side of the lake for a largish gathering of people* and that’s your tree location!
*yes - we went to it to photograph it too. How could we not. It is one of those things you have to do for fear of missing out!
Ode to Mount Aspiring National Park:
O’ Mount Aspiring,
Thou art so inspiring,
That you would cause us much perspiring!
Our thighs, our knees and buttocks, the muscles all firing.
The long roads, gradual ascents and hills hidden behind corners,
Make us wish a car, we were hiring.Read more

Traveler
We’ve ordered a replacement part that we’ll pick up in Hokitika, a week up the road. 🤞it will fix our stove and we can use gas again…
To Haast, with haste, across the divide
Jun 13–15, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 6 °C
Making for the West Coast Region and Haast, through the Haast Pass, we left Wanaka using a shared bike path, taking us out of town and then onto another part of the Clutha River Track, joining the Hāwea River Track, all the way to Lake Hāwea. It was a super nice off-
road track along the fast clear and blue flowing river and we found a nice spot to eat our packed lunch (out of NZ Tupperware, some of you will be pleased to know). Back on tarmac after a stop at the Hāwea Store & Kitchen, sitting outside in the afternoon sun, the route then followed State Highway 6.
Camp for the night was the Department of Conservation (DoC) ground at Kidds Bush, along the Hunter Valley on the North side of the large lake formed by the Hāwea Dam. After another ~29Km and a few hills, of course. Stunning views along the lake and quiet highway made for a nice cycle (other than the pushing up the few steep inclines). Pulling off the highway, that last bit along the Hunter Valley road was dirt, newly laid and quite ‘clarty’ - we were slow and the surface and tired legs meant we dragged ourselves into the small camp ground with porta-toilets, a covered picnic bench and sink as dusk hit. A very cold, damp and dank evening. The beautiful Milky Way and Southern Cross, overhead - a companion for several of our camps. A visit from a possum in the early hours with its head under the tent apron sniffing around our bagged food was a surprise. It appeared bold as brass, unconcerned by my
‘Shooing’. Also evident by lots of possum pee all over the sinks. Possum party maybe?
Early start, next morning and brekky of gruel, eaten cold (we call it gruel - but it’s a nice mix of oats, granola, apple juice, and mixed berry puree).
Rejoining Highway 6, initially alongside Lake Wanaka which again provided some epic panoramas. A welcome stop at the Makarora Country Cafe & Camp for a ‘nose bag’ (second breakfast and brew). A pie, coffee and a tray bake guzzled by an open fire, served by the lovely owner and under the watchful eye of the resident cafe dog, Tuck, who gave us the big eyes but was under strict instruction from his human that human food was not good for him.
Onward - following the Makarora River to DoC Cameron Flat campsite. We arrived with light and quickly parked the bikes at the sheltered kitchen area and fired across the road to walk the 3km return track to the Blue Pools, through mature beech forest to the swing bridge and viewpoint for the clear blue water. And it really was beautifully blue!! The blue water is a result of light refraction on the clear snow-fed icy cold water and we could see large trout languishing in the current below.
Back to the bikes as the sun set with light now tickling the mountain tops and temperature dropping, with cold hands, hard to unpack and set up camp. We made a noodles and veg tea (hot food is such a boost).
Why…when it is cold and you are in your tent and have taken an age to get set and you are warm and cosy, do you need to get up to pee? Even though you have been at least twice, and one of those a ‘safety pee’.?!
Awoke to a cold morning. Next section was to cycle the Haast Pass, our 2nd Pass but at a lower elevation.
Crossing from Otago to the West Coast Region there was a very steep descent from the summit (glad we rode East-West and not the other way!) that was claustrophobic as the road squeezed between the mountain folds and river. We viewed several waterfalls along our route with wonderful names including Fantail Falls, Thunder Creek Falls and Roaring Billy.
The landscape felt Jurassic and then majestic full-on LOTR as the glacial valley opened up, with the braided river bed a mile wide, coloured a rocky grey and a sight to see making a vast furrow that meets the Tasman Sea.
The last 10 miles was tough but flat as we made for our overnight. We booked a motel stop in Haast as a treat after the camping and pass. Our ‘treats’ always end up adminy with drying of wet gear and clothes, washing our pots in hot water, washing smalls, washing ourselves, maxing WiFi use (Penguin catchup!) and charging all our electricals. We had dinner in the motel pub which served great hearty food. Tomorrow we start the next section of the journey, North along the West Coast.Read more
Haast to Lake Paringa
June 16, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C
Reaching the west coast feels like a milestone and our first day cycling alongside the Tasman Sea enjoyed bright sunshine.
When you’re always moving and don’t have a home I’m learning I need to live in the moment more (hard for a planner like me). I’m starting to really appreciate unexpected gifts that come to me, in contrast to those anticipated on the route. Ship Creek came along as one of those gifts, a beautiful surprise ten miles from Haast. Days on I still hold a parcel of the peace the place offered and instilled in me: I hope I always will.
At Ship Creek we were greeted by fluttering Fantails fussing around us as we secured the bikes. Lovely characterful wee birds we delight in their quick acrobatics and how close they come: landing on my feet. Walking along the boardwalk we could hear the pounding surf, and reaching the sand Lilz caught sight of black rounded dorsal fins skirting the beach. Hector’s Dolphins! Just beyond the breakers the world's smallest (1.5m) and one of the rarest dolphins - 7000 individuals live only in NZ, 75% on this coast - were cruising the nearshore waters in front of us.
The beach itself stretched to the horizon, encased by the sequence of golden sedge, wind-clipped forest, and hazy mountains, and was littered with fantastic sculptural driftwood and pebbles (only pocketed one or two).
When the sandflies (like midges) drove us from the bright shore, we delved into the dark interior of a remnant swamp grove behind the beach. A different place of magic. In South Westland, one tree towers over all others - the kahikatea. NZ’s tallest tree, its straight distinctive silhouette reaches for the sky up to 65 metres above its buttressed roots, that interlock with their neighbours’ to hold themselves upright in the bog. Kahikatea swamp forests are now rare. Demand for timber and land for agriculture (largely dairy farms) have seen these forest giants hacked away and their wetlands drained. Their pale, odourless timbers were perfect for packaging butter and cheese as they did not taint or stain the produce, and from the early 1900s the ancient kahikatea trunks were fashioned into millions of crates to service dairy exports from New Zealand to Britain. By the late 1940s kahikatea covered areas had slid into mythical status.
But at Ship Creek a sliver remains and what a beautiful place of respite it is: a breathing space of indescribable variety of green life. Lilz described it as one of the best places he’d ever been, and it had such calming effect on us both.
Reluctantly leaving our coastal paradise (it was now past 2pm and we still had 20 miles to go) we climbed several hills - giving glimpses of sparkly ocean behind us - and arrived at inland Paringa Lake as chilly dusk fell. For once, we weren’t the only ones at the Department of Conservation campsite and it felt strange to hear human hubbub amongst the nightly nature sounds.Read more

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Aotearoa is the Māori name for New Zealand. The name originally used by Māori in reference to the North Island only but now for South Island also and translates as ‘the land of the long white cloud’ so nice coffee pun here.
Fox Glacier (no mints) to Franz Josef
Jun 17–18, 2025 in New Zealand ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C
17 June - The morning at Lake Paringa Campsite was bitter damp cold which gets into your fingers and makes packing the tent away hard. Was glad to get back on the bike to get the blood circulating.
After 5 miles we were pulling into a remote cafe - the only one on this stretch of road: seemed rude not to - and got chatting to Matthew. From Cumbria, he’d been working at the cafe for the last 18 months after seeing the job advertised on a backpacker info board in Auckland. He loved it - the remoteness, the pristine environment, the sense of community amongst the few who lived there. They get their post twice a week and he does his food shop in Wānaka 125 miles away. He told us the road we just cycled from Wānaka hadn’t been built until 1968, and wasn’t completely sealed until 1995.
Back on the road and the sun started to shine through the cloud cover. Some great wild mountain scenery as we crossed bridges over large braided rivers. Hit the coast at Bruce Bay where driftwood littered the huge sweep of beach. Passed a Maori burial site at Urupa and then a small Anglican Church, or at least its memorial as the original was destroyed in a cyclone in 2018. Found it very peaceful and graceful - had our lunch there.
Coming into Fox Glacier we could just see the glacier glowing brightly in the sunlight above the cloud line.
18 June - Shorter cycling day today - 22 miles compared to yesterday’s 44 - as we wanted to do a side trip to Lake Matheson in the morning, and the road over to Franz Josef consists of three big hills.
Waking to a sharp clear morning we had stunner views of Aoraki (Mt Cook: NZ’s highest mountain) and Mt Tasman. In their blazing white livery, they presented as majestic against the bluest empty sky.
We were at the lake early, a sheen of mist still burning off. Quiet of tourists, but not of the loud flotilla of honking geese. For 1.5hrs we walked around the lake taking in the changing views of the mountains reflected in the still waters - Lake Matheson is known as a photographic icon and it didn’t disappoint. Very peaceful. Very beautiful.
Three large hills later - great to look back at the road we’d travelled - we were treated to more stunning snowy mountain views: this time of Mt. Elie de Beaumont, and then the Franz Josef glacier itself. Stopping in Franz for two nights in a motel as heavy rain is forecast, and we want to see the rescue kiwis: a good chance to rest the legs.Read more






































































































































































































































































































































































































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