New Zealand 2014/15

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Friday, December 19

Sun. Pure blue sky. With a forecast of two solid days of rain to follow.

Christine, our b&b hostess sent an email. She passed us yesterday on the road. We are not visible enough. Hmmm …

Mary got some touches of sunburn yesterday (which was mostly cloudy). It is a warning – we pick up an extra tube of sun screen in town. Strangers approach us on the street and ask about our route. Then they ask, "Do you have a Hi Viz vest?" Hmmm …

This road has a reputation and local knowledge is not to be ignored. We buy a nice bright vest for Mary.

Traffic is very good to us. There is no shoulder to speak of, and drivers wait patiently behind us. Running off the road would mean running off the edge of the world – the margin for error in places is mere inches.

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Margin for error

At Waiomu Beach Café we sit at a flitch-cut counter overlooking a small, grassy public park with the Coromandel Bay as a backdrop. On the other side of the bay is the road we rode yesterday. The sun is broiling. The layers of sun screen we have put on are beyond counting.

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Waiomu Beach Café

The road out of Thames started with gentle undulations, which have imperceptibly increased in stature. Finally the road turns inland and the hills start. Brutal hills.

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Coromandel road

A Swiss-German couple stop to chat when we are changing our footwear on the first hill. They ride a tandem (but not today). He gave Lady CoMo a quick, professional look over. He has a bike shop in Switzerland. "Any broken spokes?" Strange question. "You have a very loose spoke here that needs tightening. You need a spoke wrench with a black key. DT Swiss spokes." (Sadly, when packing, I was not able to find Andrew's spoke wrench.)

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The first of many

"This is like two tours – a cycling one and a walking one," says Mary when we are halfway up our second steep hill.

From the top of the third hill we have our first panorama view of the Coromandel coast. The water is as blue as heaven in a renaissance painting.

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Coromandel panorama

By Coromandel town we are once again spent. For a challenge of hill climbing I tip my hat to New Zealand.

Supper is a hand crafted avocado salad with blueberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, red onion, fresh herbs, and some other stuff I don't remember. Never send me shopping when I'm hungry.

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Supper!

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Coromandel town


Saturday, December 20

Omelette for breakfast. An explosion of butter sprays my only good, casual shirt.

Mary's knee is bandaged. We fell yesterday. Close traffic makes her nervous. When stopping she instinctively put the wrong foot (her correct, or left, foot) down and we tumbled.

The rear fender is rubbing again. I have no way to fix it. The only choice is to ride on.

The day is fine enough to put on sun screen in the morning. If the forecast holds it will be showers in the afternoon.

Our Lonely Planet Guide (the half we still have with us) says the morning will start with a brutal climb of 3 1/2 kilometres. "Like a double shot of espresso." We decide we will walk it from the bottom. There is no point is beating ourselves up on the hills, and then feeling defeated part way up.

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First hill of the day

When we stop for sliders at a restaurant after the first hill we are soaked. Weather is the universal topic of conversation, and you can use it without sounding banal. It is on everybody's minds. When will the rain break? Will summer ever come?

A local opines that bicycles should be banned from some roads in New Zealand. It is hard to disagree with her. There are some roads that just were not built with enough space to ride a bike safely. As the local says, in some places you could spit in the ocean from your bike. (We won't tell this to my mother until we are safely home.)

We start from the bottom of all the hard hills today. Slip into our walking shoes. Our "retirement shoes". And push. And push. And push some more. Walking the bike and pushing that weight up a hill is hard. It is hard on the shoulders, hard on the hands, hard wrestling with the handlebars.

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View from the top

It feels like we spend more time today walking than riding. We change in and out of rain gear more often than a fashion model changes clothes on a catwalk .

By day's end we are in a motel in Whatianga staring at falling sheets of rain. We contemplate the German couple with whom we played leapfrog today. Tonight they are huddled miserably in a tent with rain slanting horizontally under their groundsheet. We, on the other hand, cooked up some pasta, made a salad and washed it down with a bottle of good New Zealand wine. Civilized.

Maybe camping is overrated. We consider packing up the equipment and sending back the extra weight.

Tomorrow will be a rest day. There is no point riding in a forecast gale.


Sunday December 21

The sun rises on the right.

A rest day. We are following the advice of the Lonely Planet – don't rush Coromandel unless you have to. Besides, we still need a plan. Where will we spend Christmas Day?

It rained all night. The forecast is for clearing. Do we ride or stay? Do we take supplies? Do we keep camping equipment?

An early morning walk on the beach with a coffee helps clear the head. Everything along the coast will be fully booked for Christmas. And what isn't booked will cost an arm and a leg, says our hostess. "And a leg?" "A leg!"

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Oystercatcher?

We pick up fuel for the camp stove and a utility razor to trim back the mud guard. And containers for butter, salt and pepper, postcards and stamps. Detailed maps. We take lunch in a narrow strip of shade outside our door. We are regrouping.

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Regrouping

The islands in the bay rise like saw teeth. Some are as sharp as needles. The sun is meltingly hot. Cold water is in order.

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Saw teeth

Duct tape and glue. I have isolated the root cause of the fender. It cracked in transit. The cracked side is separating and pulling the solid side (the one I am shaving back) towards it. In other words, by shaving back the fender, I am making things worse ...

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Offensive fender

There is an annual 200 km ride around the Coromandel called the Y2 – hats off to anyone who completes it. It makes the annual the Rideau Lakes Cycling Tour look like an afternoon jaunt. Some people do it twice (Y4) – to them I recommend professional counselling.

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Whitianga

Our planning horizon is limited to two, maybe three more days of riding. The issue is very simple. We have two choices: we can continue south along the coast, in which case we will be in heavy holiday traffic, or we can turn inland, crossing the mountain range, and ride until we are in heavy holiday traffic. In hindsight, scheduling our tour over Christmas and New Year's might not have been such a good idea …

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11 comments on “New Zealand 2014/15”

  1. MJ Ray wrote:

    The images aren't showing for me :(

  2. Kern wrote:

    Hi MJ. Thanks for the feedback. I've broken up the report into multiple pages. It should load now. Let me know.

  3. thank you so much for this lovely write up. we were in NZ but not cycling in 2001. We spent 4 wonderful days kayaking Queen Charlotte sound from Havelock. you have brought back some lovely memories.

  4. Kern wrote:

    Hi Brenda – I'm glad you enjoyed it. We have never kayaked, but I can see how Queen Charlotte sound would be spectacular to do so. It is wonderful territory.

  5. Hi There Mary and Kern
    Really enjoyed reading your trip report. We will never forget the tandem spread all over the floor in room 3. Hope we meet again in the not too distant future. 27 degrees here today.
    Love. John & Christine

  6. Patrick wrote:

    That is a great read Kern. The conclusion, unwritten, appears to be (as the man said): "You must always go a bit outside your comfort zone. If you don't, your comfort zone gets smaller." That is very true but mine has reached a point where I always need a plan. I think there's something to be said for it but perhaps it doesn't matter later when you look back. One of our sons spent six months in New Zealand and the thing he enjoyed most was the wilderness (on the South Island).

    Regarding camping on a cycle tour, I think it has to be one thing, or the other. I have sat in some pleasant accommodation and thought drat... we're camping again tomorrow night.

  7. Claire wrote:

    I read it all in one sitting! I did not expect a trip report to have so much dramatic tension, it was like reading a short story. I think you had your A-HA moment after all!! (It just didn't involve scenery... pfff over-rated).
    Also I really like the style of text interspersed with relevant photos and the "punny" photo captions.

  8. Kern wrote:

    "Dramatic tension" – holy cow, Claire, no wonder you're my favourite daughter-in-law :) .

    Patrick, I'm tickled that you came to such a philosophical conclusion. Our main conclusion was a bit more prosaic: Don't plan a cycling trip between Christmas and New Years. (The North Island poses extra touring challenges, in that it is impossible to avoid heavy traffic.)

    We're with you on camping. Next time we leave the gear behind, unless we're in the Rockies.

    27 degrees. Hmmm .... well, it's almost 27 today as well (depending on which scale you use).

  9. Andrew wrote:

    Loved every moment reading of the trip, thanks Mary and Kern, especially Mary sweeping in The Shire... And Kern shaving half the lonely planet :)
    My favorite photo of the year is Mary sweeping we are going to frame that here!
    Impressive adventure and a lot of tough cycling undertaking. Although I'm sure that wine bottle holder for the bike came in handy though! never seen one before!?
    Congrats on another great adventure on the bike! Look forward to the next one

  10. Kern wrote:

    Andrew wrote

    ... that wine bottle holder for the bike ...

    Wine bottle holder??? Mary told me it was water!

    (Mary couldn't help herself with that broom. She just picked it up and started sweeping like it was the most natural thing in the world :) .)

  11. Gerard wrote:

    Thank you. As a Kiwi, I enjoyed this. I will ride the Tour Aotearoa next February: look it up, as it's a slightly more off-road version of your trip, from top to bottom.

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