Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Cycling NZ - Bluff! The circle is closed
Sorry for skipping several weeks worth of cycling and jumping right to this point, but I couldn't wait to blog about it. The rest will come later. Right now I'm totally excited, it's been almost two months since I set off on my cycling trip and today, after many great efforts, I have finally achieved my goal! It's been an amazing adventure, and guess what, it's far from over. Not just because I have to get back north somehow, but also because I still haven't fulfilled the promise to myself - to cycle at least one kilometre for each dollar spent on the bike. The bike with all bits and pieces cost me just over 1900 NZD, and today I've clocked 1536km. Dunedin is about 400 from here...
Ok, back to earth, in case someone wants to know how the rest of the day actually was. It didn't start until 10:00, when I woke up from a long long sleep (I guess I needed it). Considering the unusually generous nap, I buggered off from Riverton around half past twelve, after an abundant brunch (if stuffing oneself with six blueberry muffins and a delicious milk drink can be called brunch).
Day 23 - Tuesday 29 Nov 2011
Distance ridden: 78km; Route: Riverton - Invercargill - Bluff; Weather: sunny, windy (southerly).
I was a bit stressed out about leaving so late, since I'm already behind schedule, but it was no issue. Invercargill is much closer to Riverton than I thought, the road is beautifully flat and for once I didn't have to fight with the wind. At least not until the road turned directly south... There are only 25 km between Invercargill and Bluff, but the road (the last bit of State Highway 1) is so busy with trucks and so windy to make a really unpleasant ride. Good thing I got rewarded not only with a great sense of achievement, but also with great weather and thus with a splendid view from Bluff Hill (you can see Stewart Island and big chunk of the southern coastline).
I also had two interesting encounters - a Polish guy, the first one I've come across in New Zealand (and an easy one to recognize, with Poland written in big letters on the tshirt), and a DOC worker I had met back at Mavora lakes. It's funny how you keep bumping into the same people again and again. New Zealand really is a small country sometimes.
Ok, enough chitchat for now, time to sleep, tomorrow's another big day and this time I expect to enjoy the ride. Let that bloody southerly wind be strong when I ride north... or else!