Evening peeps, this is a review of the day by your favourite Ben.
Woke this morning to fine weather and a fresh southerly breeze. After an achy stumble around to get ready we got out of the room around 9am and started peddling north towards Dunedin.
We were enjoying ourselves so much that we decided that we might stay on the highway rather than head inland in order to extract maximum utility from God’s gentle hand on our backs, so in this frame of mind we swept through the 80km to Dunedin before lunchtime.
After some squashed honey-sandwiches, an emergency duties stop and a quick (complimentary) tune up of Tom’s Yeti by Brent of Bike Barn Dunedin we grunted up and out of the city over the Northern ranges and descended down to the coastline, where a thin, balding man took great delight in photographing Tom’s roadside urination “for the record”. For which record, we can only assume the worst.
From the coast began the slow grind north towards Oamaru, passing through sleepy Otago coastal towns and feeling our colons clench with each cattle truck passing by within a hair’s breadth of our elbows.
After a mutton pie and a wee sit in Hampden the heavens opened overhead and stung our weedy arms with ice and chubby raindrops. Sheet lightening boomed overhead as we were soaked to the skin. The locals tooted apologetically.
Our gear stayed safe and functional, thanks to the dry bags and racks supplied by Tim at Freeload.
Eventually Oamaru came into sight through the deluge, where Tim Lynskey had booked us a warm room and set out hot pasta, beer and coleslaw. It sure is a comfort to come out of the rain into a improvised home so thanks a lot to Tim for coming along with us on this and helping us out so willingly.
Hoping to pull big mileage tomorrow, so off to bed for the number-one tired boys.