Three Weeks to Go

Another adventure is looming large. In three weeks time I will be in Auckland, New Zealand, ready to start the trip that has been so long in the planning.
Normally, at this close to starting such aWeiterlesen
Another adventure is looming large. In three weeks time I will be in Auckland, New Zealand, ready to start the trip that has been so long in the planning.
Normally, at this close to starting such a trip, I would be packed and just about ready to go. That is certainly not the situation this time. My travel bag has been moved a spare room. That is where it now sits - empty.
At least I have made a list, so I guess that is some sort of a start. I have the best intentions of actually starting to add items to my bag over the weekend. I wonder if that is what will happen.
Although the packing is still at a standstill, I have checked and rechecked all bookings, flights, tickets, etc. I have a folder, proudly labelled "New Zealand 2025" where all the important documents are stored. This is how I have approached every previous trip, and nothing disastrous has ever happened on any of them. I have been through this process so many times, that you might think that I could do it blindfolded. Maybe so, but somewhere in the back of my mind, there is always that little nagging voice telling me that I have forgotten something. I hope it isn't true.Weiterlesen
Over the past 17 years I have put together over 50 overseas adventures. Each one of these has begun as an idea, then slowly evolved over a long period of time before being shared with the rest of the group. That is by no means the end of the process, since there is usually around a year between the sharing of the details and the actual adventure taking place.
The Kiwi Capers Cycling Adventure followed a typical long gestation period, but now we are finally on the eve of the trip actually getting underway.
Due to some family issues, my own preparation and packing has been lagging behind, but I am now finally starting to make some real progress. At least my main bag is (almost) packed and weighed, The fact that my luggage scales chose now to break down could be due to the excess wight of my bag, or it is more likely that they were the cheapest ones I could find on eBay.
So now I don't know how much my bag weighs. At least I can still lift it off the ground at my age, so it can't be too heavy. What is that they say about "what you don't know can't hurt you"? I guess I will find out if that is true.
In just a couple of days we will be picked up by the airport shuttle in the middle of the night and taken to the airport, along with 6 others from Group 1. At that point of time another adventure will be starting.
At an age where many of the people I know are incapable (or not willing) of doing much at all, I am forever grateful that we have the chance to share such incredible experiences surrounded by our close friends.
I have often heard it said that we become like the people we spend our time with. If we surround ourselves with naysayers and negative people, we will inevitably absorb the same attitudes. On the other hand, if you spend your time with positive, happy, adventurous and active people you will be enriched as a result.
Before we start our cycling in Queenstown, we will first be flying to Auckland in the North Island, so that is where my next footprint will be created. I invite you to share another adventure with me.Weiterlesen
It's not easy getting up at 1.30 am in the morning. It's even harder when you have only had about 30 minutes sleep since you went to bed. Although we were both very tired, sleep just would not come for Maggie and me.
And so I tossed. And turned, And tossed again. Every now and again I would glance at the clock. Ten o'clock came and went. So did eleven o'clock, and midnight. I tried every sleeping trick I could think of (apart from counting sheep), but without success.
Finally at about 1 am, I must have finally fallen into a troubled sleep, only to be woken by the blaring alarm a few minutes later. It was too late to try to grab any more time in the Land of Nod, so I staggered out of bed and began a very long day.
We had arranged for the airport shuttle to collect us at 3.45 am, and he turned up right on time. Kerry had also joined us for this part of the trip. After piling our luggage into the bus, we drove the short distance to Greg and Andrea's house where we were joined by Gordon and Sue and Gael.
The drive to the airport was quiet and uneventful and gave us a rare chance to see Melbourne's roads when they are not choked by thousands of cars.
We arrived at the airport a little earlier than anticipated, but this gave us a chance to enjoy a coffee before checkin., Maggie was not feeling hungry, so just ordered two slices of plain toast (no butter, nothing, zilch, nada) and a cup of coffee. I nearly had a stroke when we were charged over $23 for the meagre snack. When I queried it, I was simply told "This is the airport".
That certainly got me off to a poor start. I can accept a range of inflated airport prices, but that was way beyond the pale. It was daylight robbery. When I decided to push my query a little more actively, the guy finally admitted that a mistake had been made and I was refunded $8. It was not just about the money, a principle was at stake,.
Boarding time arrived and we were treated to a panoramic tour of the airport in a very crowded airport bus. I started a dialogue with a Māori guy who was clutching the handle near mine. "This is the strangest plane I have ever flown in", I commented. Immediately a small child picked up the conversation "Mummy, is this a plane ?" he asked.
Over the next 10 minutes the conversation became sillier and sillier as we wondered whether the bus driver really knew the way to New Zealand, or indeed whether he knew how to drive.
We finally reached the waiting Air New Zealand plane and climbed the steps in drizzling rain. At least it was dry inside the plane.
A short time later we were on our way and cruising smoothly across the Tasman to New Zealand, where we landed about 2.30 pm. We were greeted by warm sunshine and a very quick transit through baggage collection, immigration and customs. There were no queues anywhere.
The walk to the hire car depot was not quite so smooth, especially when I found myself walking along the middle of a busy highway, dodging speeding cars and trucks.
We did eventually find the depot and proceeded to collect our cars. The process would have been simpler if Greg had not left his driving license at home. Since he was going to be the driver of the second vehicle, this was something of a giant hiccup.
I have however learned that problems are made to be solved, and a few minutes later all was sorted and we were on our way.
Our first target was the nearby Naumi Airport Hotel, where we would be spending the first night. It was a vast place and the walk from the reception to our room was almost as long as the walk from the airport to the rental car depot.
At least the rooms were large and clean and the prospect of sleep was overwhelming me. Tomorrow we head to the Bay of Islands.Weiterlesen
Some days are somehow always going to be more eventful than others. Today was one of “those” days.
On paper the plan seemed pretty straightforward. All we had to do was drive our rental cars from Auckland to Paihia, in the beautiful bay of islands. It was supposed to be around a 3 hour drive, meaning that we would arrive around lunchtime. It didn’t work out that way.
It certainly started out well. The breakfast buffet at the Naumi Airport Hotel was absolutely wonderful, with a vast array of hot and cold options to choose from. It tasted even better when we discovered that we did not need to pay for it. Apparently, it was included in our room tariff.
You can imagine our amusement when we later found out that David and Carol were told that it would cost them an extra $39 per person per day for breakfast. That was enough to make David cry poor and head out for some meagre offering from the nearest supermarket. For some reason, David was not happy when we described to him just how fantastic the (free) breakfast was.
After checking out of the hotel we spent (ie wasted) some time trying to get Android Auto working on the rental car. We failed miserably and decided to head off with just the mobile phone navigation to guide us out of the city. This is always a sure recipe for marital disharmony.
At least I had the wisdom to bring along a set of walky talkies to maintain communication between the vehicles. With only one button to operate, you would think it would be simple to grasp the basics. “Press the big button to talk and take your finger off to listen”. How hard could that be ? Apparently for a female, that is just too complicated.
We spent the first couple of minutes with Maggie pushing buttons at random, while apparently Andrea repeated the process in the following car. “Just PRESS the black button to talk” I yelled. It was still too complicated for her. “This thing is dumb” she replied. Well something is dumb, but it wasn’t the walky talky.
With this ridiculous charade being played out in both vehicles we made our way into the peak hour Auckland traffic. Within the first kilometre there was no sign of the second car. Then followed a flurry of mobile phone calls between the vehicles. “Turn left, go ahead, right lane, where are we? , I can’t see you, etc, etc”. It really was hard to listen to.
Somehow we finally managed to emerge unscathed on the northern side of the city and the two vehicles formed a mini convoy. The women had finally (almost) managed to work out the one button communication system, and things looked like they would go smoothly from that point on.
About an hour out of Auckland our nerves were all so shot that we knew that it must be time for a coffee stop. The first likely opportunity arose when we reached a small town with the unpronounceable name of Kaukapakapa. Like many similar towns in New Zealand, it appeared to be frozen in time, somewhere in the 1950s.
We all walked into the General Store and were met with an old circular dining table, several upholstered chairs and various other pieces of old furniture. The girl seemed both surprised and delighted to see so many customers and made sure that we were welcomed with coffee and cake. Such places might still exist somewhere in Australia, but certainly nowhere where we were ever likely to visit.
After morning tea we had a (very) long walk to the toilets, but were delighted to discover that they were spotlessly clean. I made the observation that they were actually much cleaner than our own toilet at home. For some reason that did not go down well.
After a spectacular drive along a winding road we found ourselves gazing in amazement at some rugged islands just off the coast. This was worthy of a stop to take some pictures. We pulled over into a roadside viewing area. I climbed out and started walking to the top of the vantage point.
Suddenly my attention was diverted by Maggie yelling something at me. Although my hearing is perfect, it took me some time to decipher her shouts. Apparently in my hurry to see the view I had accidentally locked Gael in the back seat of the car. She had been banging on the window trying to get someone’s attention. Oh well, these things happen sometimes.
Rather than walk all the way back down to Maggie, I threw the car key to her. I did not take into account that a strong wind was blowing. It took hold of the keys and blew them straight over the electric fence at the side of the path. Sorry Gael.
The keys were eventually retrieved and Gael was released from car captivity. She managed to get a brief glance at the view before it was time to get rolling again.
Soon afterwards we started to get hungry and thirsty. It was already 1.30 pm and well past lunchtime. By this time Maggie was driving and I was looking out for a bakery. I saw a likely looking place and told Maggie to pull in. It wasn’t that simple. To get there we had to go round a roundabout and then drive about halfway back to Auckland to do a U Turn.
The previous evening Kerry had suffered a mobile malfunction while trying to insert the travel SIM into her iPhone. She forgot to put the SIM into the little tray and managed to lose the SIM into the internals of the phone instead. This was not a good outcome, so I promised that we would be on the outlook for a mobile phone repairer along the way. Easier said than done.
It was not unto we reached Whangerei that Google told us such a repair facility existed there. We made a detour. When Kerry took the phone inside, the guy said it was simple job and he could have it done in only 2 hours. We headed to Harvey Norman instead.
The eager sales guy did his best to sell her the latest $1500 iPhone, but she opted for the $77 model instead. It should be OK to get her through the next couple of weeks.
At least the time spent in Whangerai was not wasted. I finally managed to get Android Auto working, meaning that we had real GPS navigation for the rest of the drive.
It was now about 4.00 pm and we still had a hundred km to drive. Some short drives are like that. We finally rolled into Paihia soon after five, only to discover that the hotel could not find our reservations. At such times, the rule is to NOT PANIC. As it turned out the reason for the lack of reservations was simple – we were at the wrong hotel !
It was a real relief when we finally reached the correct hotel and were able to check in to our rooms. Andrea said that she would bring the second walky talky to our room so that I could charge it for the next day. About an hour later, she still hadn’t appeared.
This was because she had lost the little gadget. Adrea and Greg had apparently searched their room, their luggage, the car and half the motel looking for the little sucker without success. It was only when Greg slammed the boot in anger that it slid from the roof of the car. So that was where they had put it !
After all the excitements of the day, we all needed a nice dinner to relax over. After walking back to the town, we found a delightful café right on the waterfront. The food and service was excellent and it proved to be just what we all needed. With the arrival of David and Carol, our group has now grown to 8.Weiterlesen
ReisenderWhat a day you have had! Hopefully things will go more smoothly on the remainder of the trip.🤞
Any baby boomer as old as I am would remember the wacky adventures of the crew of the SS Minnow and the others marooned on Gilligan's Island. The main purpose of our stay in the Bay of Islands was to indulge in a "four hour cruise" around the islands.
As we looked at the meagre breakfast offering at the Paihia Pacific resort and Spa, we could not help but contrast it with the spread we had enjoyed just 24 hours earlier. This really was going from end of the spectrum to the other.
The buffet consisted of a dispenser of tired looking Corn Flakes, some tinned fruit, yoghurt and cold coffee. The orange juice tasted like watery cordial. There was a toaster and some bread, but unfortunately no knives to butter the bread with. We all agreed that tomorrow we will go to somewhere in town instead.
As we walked to the pier to catch our boat, conversation turned to Gilligan's Island and which of our team members would play each role. The choice of Gilligan was simple - it had to be Greg. The part of the Stout Skipper would be expertly played by myself. David and Carol were elected to be the wealthy Mr and Mrs Howell, Gael would be a good choice for Ginger, leaving Andrea to play the innocent girl next door Mary-Anne. Although Gordon was not with us, he would be a good choice for the Professor.
With these thoughts floating through our minds we boarded the catamaran that was to be our transport for the cruise. Fortunately the boat looked seaworthy and the weather was absolutely perfect, with blue sky from horizon to horizon.
The Bay of Islands is certainly a spectacular natural creation and the best way to observe the vast assortment of rugged islands is from the deck of a boat. The main highlight of the cruise was the famous "Hole in the Rock", which the captain managed to expertly maneuver the boat through.
After safely emerging on the other side, we were surrounded by an untold number of fish. When the first Maoris arrived in this place, they really must have thought that they had discovered paradise.
The boat took us to two of the islands and managed to safely dock without crashing and sinking. At around 2 pm we were back at the Paihia pier. All agreed that it had been a magical day.
POSTSCRIPT
After a brief discussion we all agreed to return to the same place we had dinner the previous night. With its brilliant location and great food, why would we go anywhere else ?
As per the previous evening, it was a fantastic meal, accompanied by lots of laughing and non stop chatting. It was only when we went to leave that things took a turn for the worse.
We only got a short distance up the road from the restaurant, before we were called back. Apparently someone had "forgotten" to pay their bill. Of course I knew that I wasn't the criminal. I have only once ever done a runner, and that was many years ago in Bangkok (but that is another story).
After further investigation it turned out that the guilty party was David (aka Thurston Howell). It is a sad thing that those with the most money are always looking for ways to gain even more, but that is the way it is.
A few minutes later David reluctantly settled his bill and we were finally free to return to the hotel.Weiterlesen
Today should have been simple. All we had to do was check out of the hotel in Paihia and then drive the 250 km back to Auckland. What could possibly go wrong ? As it turned out, quite a lot.
The day started off on an ominous note when Maggie woke up and promptly announced that she was feeling awful. That was not the news I was hoping for. "What sort of awful ?" I asked. "I feel sick everywhere", she answered.
My mind immediately started thinking ahead to all the possible scenarios that could act out in coming days. Some of these were so unwelcome that I used my extensive medical knowledge to perform an immediate diagnosis. "I am sure you will feel better when you get up". She didn't.
While the rest of the group went out to a cafe for breakfast (they couldn't face another appalling continental breakfast at the Paihia Pacific), I carried Maggie to the car and looked for somewhere to eat that was far enough away from the others that Typhoid Maggie would not bring her contagion to the whole team.
She managed to get a take away bowl of muesli and sat on a bench seat in the main street eating it, while I sat in the cafe across the road. We then returned to the hotel to check out. I was not surprised to find no one at the desk, so I had to drop the key and leave.
We then headed off towards Auckland in a convoy of one car. The rest of the team crammed into the other two cars. With Maggie feeling so unwell, we decided to make it back to Auckland as quickly as possible. There was however one stop she really wanted to make, and that was at the toilets in Kawakawa.
To clarify, she didn't actually need the toilet, she just wanted to see it. The Hundertwasser Toilets are world famous for being the weirdest conveniences you ar ever likely to see. They were created by a local artist out of a collection of odd coloured tiles and whatnots. Personally, I thought they were quite hideous, but apparently that is because I am a Phillistine.
After seeing (and utilizing) the famous toilets we were on our way again. The only other stop we made was a brief lunch stop at Waipu (now that would be a more suitable location for a famous toilet). We finally rolled into the Naumi Hotel at around 3 pm. The others arrived sometime later.
It was only later in the day that I learnt exactly what else had been going on. Gael discovered that she had left her phone charger at the Paihia Hotel. That is now 2 phone chargers that have been left behind in the past two days.
A couple of hours later I rang Gordon in Paihia and he told me an even sadder tale. He had left his computer in the previous hotel and had spent the entire day driving back and forth to retrieve it
That brings the sad total of abandoned luggage to
2 x phone chargers
2 x luggage locks
1 x laptop computer
You could also add to this the iPhone that Kerry destroyed on the first day and the unpaid dinner bill from last night.
I always knew it was not easy taking a group of geriatric Ghostriders overseas, but it was not meant to be this hard. I wonder what the next few days will bring ?Weiterlesen
ReisenderUpdate on Maggie please. Also be careful about Waipu jokes.…my Jane lived there in her early teens.
The World on Two WheelsMaggie finally tested negative for Covid after about 9 days. Unfortunately she missed all the riding, She is now getting better,
I have finally gained access to good Internet and therefore I can start catching up on uploading some of the images from this part of the trip.
Yesterday we arrived from Auckland to Queenstown, the adventure capital of the southern hemisphere. The setting is incredible, but the throng of tourists means that everything is just SO EXPENSIVE.
This meaning we met our guides Tereza and David and were introduced to the bikes that will be our tools for the next week. We quickly made friends with both the guides and the bikes. The temperature was freezing and fresh snow had been dumped on the nearby mountains during the night.
Soon we were off and riding a narrow trail to Arrowtown. The riding was a little more technical than we are used too, but fortunately no one crashed, We also had several quite serious climbs, which had everyone digging deep, even with the ebikes.
After lunch in Arrowtown we continued through breathtaking scenery to the bridge where Bunji jumping was invented. We stopped for a short while to watch the thrill seekers willing to part with $320 for a near death experience.
That was the end of the riding for Day 1. The bikes were loaded to the trailer and we were transferred by our bus top beautiful Wanaka. This surely must be one of the most amazing locations in New Zealand. The hotel was amazing too with huge rooms, spas and even a washer and dryer in every room.Weiterlesen
It was another freezing morning as we assembled in the Main St of Wanaka for our day ride. The first section took us right along the edge of Lake Wanaka. The trail was quite technical and made even more difficult by the fact that we were riding directly into the rising sun.
The combination of narrow path, abrupt steep climbs and descents, and sun glare meant that one mistake could end up in disaster. The trail then followed the amazing Clutha Mata-Au River, apparently New Zealand's largest river by volume.
A picnic lunch by Lake Hawea was absolutely delightful. By this time the sunshine was warm and there was not a cloud to dot the blue sky. It is times like this that make these rides so memorable.
Another challenge we faced was crossing several narrow suspension bridges, high above racing glacial rivers. I had been doing quite well riding over these bridges, but the final one started playing a game with my mind. Once you take your eyes off the destination and start looking around, the nerves can really take over quickly.
About half way across the front wheel started to shake from side to side. My heart started thumping and I felt concerned that I was about to go over the edge. Somehow I gave myself a stern talking to, and managed to wobble all the way to the other side. It wasn't pretty.
We finished the ride about 3 pm. By that time the sun was really making its presence felt. It is so easy to sunburnt in these high altitudes and clean air.
Tomorrow we ride the famous Lake Dunstan Trail. This is the trail that includes sections of cantilevered path attached to the cliff faces. How will we go ? Time will tell.
Sorry no pictures due to the poor Internet.Weiterlesen
Day 3 of our rides saw us tackle the impressive (and very scary) Lake Dunstan Trail. This trail is an enginerring masterpiece, with several cantilevered sections that are attached to the cliff faces high above the lake.
Actually, they weren't the most scary bits. The most challenging was riding the very narrow trail, several hundred metres above a very steep rock wall. It was literally a situation where one mistake on a corner could result in very serious injury or death. It was so challenging that only 4 of our 11 riders actually completed it. It will be something to remember for a long time.
And, as you can see from the photographs, the weather has continued to be almost perfect. This morning was warmer than the previous two freezing mornings, so layers were quickly dispensed with.
Tomorrow we ride the famous Otago Rail Trail. Since it is a rail trail, we can relax a little, knowing that it will not be as technical or dangerous as the previous three sections.Weiterlesen
After the challenges of yesterday's Lake Dunstan Trail, it was somewhat of a relief to be riding a rail trail again. This is more akin to the type of sedate riding we do back in Australia, with no precipitous drops on the side and no ferocious climbs and descents. It should have been a doddle.
The funny thing is, that after all the adrenaline rush, the rail trail seemed a little tame by comparison. Could we have all become thrill seeking adventure junkies in just a few short days ? The answer obviously was yes.
Although the original plan was to start our ride at Wedderburn, somewhere along the line the plan was changed to include some extra distance. Thus we started our ride at Oturehua instead.
Actually the change of start was not the only change we had. Apparently in New Zealand the guides and drivers need to be rested after each 4 days, so we awoke to see Snow outside our hotel. No, not the snow that falls from the skies, but a new driver/guide called Snow.
Snow soon showed himself to be a real character, born and bred in the district and still living there 72 years later. Snow had been a local farmer for most of his eventful life, but was now using his unique local knowledge and skills to do tour guiding a couple of days each week. He certainly kept us informed and entertained with his stories - one or two of which might actually have been true.
Since we were riding a rail trail, there was no way we could get lost, The smooth surface also meant that we could make maximum use of the unfamiliar speed of our ebikes. Once again, the skies were blue, and I was soon reliving memories of the previous time I had ridden this trail back in 2014.
Although the riding was relatively easy, there is no doubting that this region can be tough and unforgiving. The exposed landscape can be bitterly cold in winter and searingly hot in summer, You are also liable to be assailed by brutal winds (fortunately we were not subjected to any of these challenges).
After passing through a series of small settlements with historic names we arrived at our finishing point of Carro Creek. The ride had been a little over 60km, and I have a confession to make. The last few km were ridden with the ebike on the wonderful "BOOST" setting, and boy was it fun to fly along at over 30 kph.
After loading the bikes to the trailer we were transferred back to the quaint Dunstan Lodge at Clyde. Since tonight's dinner was not included, I had a most interesting time trying to find something for Maggie and I to eat in a town that closes down completely after 5 pm. But that is a story for another time.Weiterlesen