Christchurch to Queenstown

7 December 2010 - Christchurch to Rakaia Gorge - 88 km at 17.4 km/hr

Spent all but the last 5 km in a slow steady climb. Since this was the beginning of me touring again it was a demoralizing day. Seeing the computer almost always below 18 km/hr makes a person seem very unfit.

Most of the ride was green or brown fields. Than out of nowhere a whole field of purple...absolutely beautiful, happy purple. These tiny moments that you don't even notice in the car is why cycling is awesome. It's all of these little things that group into one amazing trip.

Random purple field

I set up camp behind a building as I was confused by the two signs, one stating that there was no camping and the other that said camping was allowed. The next day as I bike over the bridge (300 m from my campsite) I come across the real campsite...whoopsie...but truthfully my legs were not able to go up the giant hill on the other side of the river so I only feel slightly bad.

8 December 2010 - Rakaia Gorge to Geraldine - 84 km at 18.6 km/hr

This trip was mostly uneventful with a stop at a cafe and just prior to take a picture of the Moa statute.Moa statutes

Though as I stopped at the grocery store it was 'Santa days' and was swarming with people dressed in costumes and giving away free samples. A little much for a tired cyclist who just wanted to buy some food to prepare.

Than meet a couple from Quebec who I would end up following by a day for the whole way to Queenstown. Also, a fellow from Australia who travelled much in the same way as I did. Stopping at the top of hills, to take pictures, walking up hills if necessary and hitching a ride through boring sections. We both thought it was great to meet a fellow tourist who wasn't 'hardcore' but was just cycling to prove to ourselves we could do it and have fun. Unfortunately he was heading the opposite way as me so we didn't cycle together.

9 December 2010 - Geraldine to Fairlie - 46 km at 16.9 km/hr

Looking at the elevation this day looked relatively easy. I was wrong! Luckily when I ran into the Quebec couple next they also thought it was way harder than expected. Though truthfully the hardest days seem to be the flatter days because I don't have the mindset if something doesn't go as planned.

Fairlie is a cute little town and I'm glad that I stopped especially since the campsite had free internet!

10 December 2010 - Fairlie to Lake Tekapo - 44 km at 16.4 km/hr

This was a beautiful day of riding. Sunny and as soon as you get to see the mountains it was a pleasant ride.

First view of the mountains on way to Lake Tekapo

Stella taking a break at top of Burkes Pass

After Burkes Pass there were lupins on either side of the road which contrasted from the brown of the tuscosk and the snowcapped mountains looming in the back. It was amazing to have the hair blowing through my hair with a light honey floral scent in the air. Just beautiful...and I didn't take a photo cause I wanted to keep it all to myself!

11 December 2010 Lake Tekapo to Glentanner - 80 km at 15.1 km/hr

There is a canal road from Lake Tekapo to almost Pukaki. This is 46 km of flat roadway following a stunningly blue canal and no traffic as it is a private road.

Ignoring all of my transportation engineering experience when the first section of roadway (14 km) had a "road closed ahead" sign I paid it no heed and continued forward. Well sure enough about 10 km into there was a barrier closing the road. WOW this was unexpected...hmm...maybe they actually mean what the sign says. While I started to turn around and then I saw cars on the highway maybe 2 or 3 km away....well I'm not saying I went around the barrier but I had a pleasant ride.

Canal Road closed 10 km in...hmm guess I'll turn around

After crossing the highway I had the pleasure of cycling with a strong northwestern crosswind. I was very glad to be on a less traveled road as I was in the middle of the lane in order to allow for navigation when gusts occurred. The canal road was a beautiful ride allowing me to ride next to Lake Pukaki for another 20 km than if I'd taken the highway. Plus it passes a salmon farm...where I bought 250 grams of smoked salmon which was promptly devoured.

Turning onto the road to Mt Cook I had 30 km to go to Glentanner. Luckily the first 15 km were angled so that I didn't have the northwestern as a full headwind. Unfortunatly the next 15 km I had a strong headwind with the last 5 km being the worse. I was biking at 7 km/hr on a mostly flat piece of road. Getting to the campsite was much appreciated! Plus I was rewarded with the clouds that had been around Mt. Cook all day retreating long enough for me to get a picture.

Mt. Cook viewed from Glentanner

12 December 2010 - Glentanner to Mt Cook - 44 km at 20.2 km/hr (16.4 km/hr first 22 km no gear)

Being 22 km from the base of Mt. Cook I had to go the rest of the way to the base of the mountain. So dispite the weather being really cloudy and riding fullon into a northwestern wind I set out to the base. Most of the way there I was thinking "why are you cycling when you can't see anything"...and the rest of the time "if the wind changes on the way back I'm so going to be pissed".

As I got closer to the moutains and they loom over you I knew even with the limited view of Mt. Cook that it was worth the trip out there. Plus I couldn't stand it if I'd been that close and not made the effort.

Stella taking a rest at Mt Cook village

13 December - Glentanner to Omarama - 73 km at 20.8 km/hr

One more day of racing the rain. Had the last 15 minutes in a light rain but nothing too bad. Nice day of riding. Everyday is better on a bike.

14 December - Omarama to Wanaka - 114 km at 17.4 km/hr

This ride was quite long. I was told by the Aussie that the hostel had been closed in Tarras due to the owner being a peeping tom so I had to extend the length by 25 km. From Omarama over Lindis Pass I had a nice tailwind.

Looking south up Lindis Pass

Getting into Tarras I had bribed myself with a real lunch and a coffee. Once I left Tarras I had 2 km prior to turning into a vicious headwind. Also, I didn't have the pleasure of having the elevation on this side route and didn't know it continued to slowly ascend most of the way to Wanaka.

I really need this heart in Tarras

Salad? I don't even know the last one I had

The last 10 km into Wanaka were quite evil! To begin you dip down to a one-lane truss bridge and than you climb out of the river valley only to have to go up another big hill. After these hills you would think that it's all downhill from there...but no a minor ascent before what seems like a completely flat never ending road. Once in Wanaka the lake is beautiful and well worth the effort and a few days stay.

The Wanaka cinema is known as a "must do" event when staying here. I would completely agree as it is not just watching a film but an experience. First, when you arrive it appears that you are just in a cafe until you notice the doors to the theater. The theater itself has couches and lounge chairs to sit in while watching the movie. The sincher though is the warm cookies that are available for purchase at intermission! Yes, it is great. You can also order food from the cafe and they will bring it in for you to snack on while watching.

It was also great because it just so happened that I got to watch a locals (Tim Pierce) work which just made the whole experience even more homey.

I also took time during my visit for a skydive which was amazing!

Wanaka at dusk

Me getting dressed for my skydive - 12,000 m

19 December - Wanaka to Arrowtown- 56 km at 15.3 km/hr

Decided last minute to go over the Crown Range and up to 1080 meters instead of the easy route. The words "highest point on a highway" forced my hand. I could not be this close and not go over. From Wanaka the ride is actually quite pleasant with only the last couple of km to the top being steep. Of course there was also the hill out of Wanaka and Cardrona which both weren't that long but steep and annoying!

Stopped at the Cardrona Hotel for a coffee and muffin. It is adorable plus I had the added bonus of seeing a photo shoot in the garden out back. I've never got to hear the instructions that the models receive in real life until this point. Let me tell you it is quite funny.

Cardrona Hotel

Arriving at the top of the range the clouds that had been chasing me all morning caught up and it started to rain. Nothing like going on a steep downhill in the rain to perk up all your senses. Luckily it wasn't a hard rain and it moved quite quickly. Allowing me to soon see the valley below.

Clouds clearing as coming down the Crown Range

Finished the day at the Arrowtown Brewery. Not too shabby a day!

20 December - Arrowtown to Queenstown- 26 km at 13.4 km/hr

Took Malaghans Road from Arrowtown into Queenstown. It was a great ride with a beautiful view of mountains.

The best section was going over the Shotover river. As I'm heading down a hill on a potholed patch of road (one of the few I've run into) I make it onto the bridge and finally don't have to concentrate on riding. Looking to the left is an amazing gorge with a beautiful river running through it. It's one of the moments that I know cycling is the way to see this country.

In Queenstown I hire a mountain bike and head out to Seven Mile Park. Still not a mountain biker but it's fun! More pratice necessary.

Rough year

This year was a rough year...yes I know I was on an extended vacation for half the year but that time goes by so fast and you can't run from the things that happened prior.

Sometimes I need to make things real, make things appear in black and white and not blur them into gray...not make them fade into the sunset. I want them to be bold to stand out and grab hold of me and shake, shake violently and forcefully. To have it scream at the top of it's lungs....YOU CAN NOT IGNORE ME....I want to ignore it...but it will remain until I look it in the eyes.

My cousin was sick...had been sick. When I was informed of this "cancer" I soon found myself purchasing a ticket to Spain to visit a friend. It was 2005 I was just out of college in a new job and I was taking 2 weeks off to galavant with a friend because you never know what life will bring.

Up until this point I had a plan, a very strict plan that I was to follow. Two years in Minnesota, move to the west coast, get PE, get MBA, buy house, work, work, work, retire, have fun. It's silly looking back at it. But then there was CANCER...this evil word this thing that came out of nowhere that took the joy of my cousins first born and mingled it with fear.

My cousin is one year younger than me, and we are very much the same. Stubborn, Coarse, Loving (though most never see this), and more Stubborn. We fought like cats and dogs growing up, fiercely. We didn't know how to deal with someone else who wouldn't back down...neither of us would back down...hair pulled out, teeth marks, nail marks, name calling....girls fight dirty and we did.

Looking at her daughter I see a little Sam, a little girl who will hold her ground who infuriatingly will not change her mind once she has made it up. I laugh, I laugh to think about how my aunt and mom dealt with the two of us...how much of a pain we had to be...as proven by Haylee....but how fun it is to be kept on your toes by someone this little. How you want to show her how to loosen up...to not take everything so seriously...even the hard things in life are worth living...it just takes longer to see why.

Going out and taking care of Sam and the kids when she was going through chemo she told me "I just want to be average. I'm sick of being unique. " Some people aren't meant to be average. It would ruin who they were to only be average, no matter how much we want it to be so.

I had planned my trip to New Zealand for a long time but the whole reason I started to travel was because of Sam. I looked at how easy it was to not have your health and I wanted to do these things while I could. I wanted to not have any regrets. If I was meant to die I'd do it while doing something I love.

She died. Ringing phone....knowing I don't want to answer....answer...crying. Sending Mom to the funeral as the delegate...as Nate, Dad and I ignore...try to enjoy each others company...glad for each others presence....not ready...not ready at all...still not ready

I do not pity Sam for being sick and dieing young. She had a good life that she chose. She would have chosen to live longer but some choses aren't yours to make. I know if I pitied her it would irritate the crap out of her. I miss you Sam.

The Longest Pub Crawl...also known as Queen Charlotte Track

71 km of walking in four days

Day 1 - water taxi and 15 km

Mikenna and I took a water taxi to Ship Cove. On the way we passed a pod of dolphins. It was great to see them from far away and then to our delight they came right up to the boat allowing us to get some great pictures and see them jump out of the water.

bottle nosed dolphins

Once we arrived at Ship Cove we had 15 km to the first campsite (Miners Camp). We left our packs with the water taxi to deliver to our campsite, so no extra weight to carry. Since it was sunny and I hadn't seen Mikenna in over a month the majority of the walk went quite fast.

one of the amazing views from the track

About 1 km from the campsite was a resort which the captain unnecessarily mentioned had a bar attached. Since it was prior to when our bags would arrive at the campsite we decided to look at the beer selection. While waiting to order I had an epihany...it was perfect weather for a nice gin and tonic. Conferring with Mikenna she agreed that this would be quite refreshing. Once we were fully refreshed we continued on our way to the campsite.

Day 2 - 9 km


Today would be the easy day of the tramp with a mere 9 km. Due to the need for our packs to be at the wharf by 9 am we reached our destination by noon. Again devilishly there was a resort near the camping site and since it was on the waterfront with comfy chairs we again endulged in a gin and tonic. It was a pleasent day enjoying the sun and leisure as tomorrow would be a long day.

Mikenna ensuring we close the gate

Day 3 - 25 km

Started the day with a couple of steep uphills. We were going strong through lunch. Seeing the 21 km sign was great; not only because we had walked 51 km but that we had half a km left for the day.

Since it was Thanksgiving we decided to switch it up and have a vodka cranberry as our after tramp drink. This was a well deserved drink and both of us almost fell asleep prior to finishing it.

When we set up the tent we were quite tired after the walk and the forecast did not have rain so we lightly attached the fly. In the "middle of the night" (22:30) Mikenna woke up to the stars above her as she realized the fly was three-quarters of the way off. She scrambled to reattach the fly as I searched for my light and finally gave up and blindly helped stake down the fly. Note to self....wind is also a reason to use your fly.


Day 4 - 21 km

Rough day. I knew it would be a tough day and tried to steel myself to that. My feet and legs are not used to walking long distances and they could feel the strain. Plus being used to going by bike leaves a person feel like you walk forever while not getting anywhere.

The last 7 km were really trying as I needed to sit down and rest my sore feet and have a snack but all of the benches were full. I tried to make it to the campsite 3 km out but could not and to Mikenna's surprise sat down in the middle of the track. The best part was that as soon as I sat down Mikenna said that she could see the campsite...and indeed you could. So I got up after a snack and we continued to a longer break near the beach of the campground.

Our timing was perfect for this day as we got to the end point and had enough time to take off our shoes when the water taxi with our packs arrived. We grabbed our packs and walked to where my bike was stored. This added about a half a km and I was definetly happy to get to there house. It was worth the walk as we got a shower, cup of tea, and a bed waiting for us.

While it was quite trying for me I think I will still be doing more tramping in the future....especially if I can hire a pack. Plus as Mikenna predicted as time elapses you forget about the uncomfortableness and just remember the beauty and fun.

the first deadline of my vacation

Mikenna and I set a date for walking the Queen Charlotte Track and I had to make it up to Picton by November 22nd.

16 November 2010 - Christchurch to Greta Valley - 80 km, avg 19.6 km/hr

Started on my way to Picton today. It was a cool morning which turned into a hot day with the road long, straight and no shade. I stopped in Amberley at the Brew Moon Cafe for lunch. As you may suspect this is a brewery. I had the beer sampler and an amazing scallop dish.

Between Amberley and Greta Valley

Sampler - Pale Ale, Brown Ale, IPA, and Stout

Fancy! Scallop with pineapple salsa

After lunch the wind picked up. Since it was a side wind it didn't help me but it kept the temperature to a reasonable level. For my afternoon break I stopped in the only shade I had seen in the last 20 km and had a nice rest. As I get back on my bike I find out I have a flat. With only 10 km left I really didn't want to change it on the side of the road so crossed my figures and hoped that I could limp it to Greta Valley. Thankfully it was a slow leak and could change the tire in the convenience of the campground lounge. Also, since it was so windy the owners allowed me to rent the caravan for the same price of a tent. Score.

I end up changing out my rear tire even though don't think it is ruined but I don't want to change a tube again for a while (hopefully).

17 November 2010 - Greta Valley to Hawkswood - 62 km, 17.7 km/hr

No atms, 60 km, 1 hour weeding, crappy kitchen, possum, rooster, rain, wake start, left journal
In Greta Valley I realized that I left my toothbrush in Christchurch so would need to get another one and stop at the ATM. Well I get into Cheviot and remember to get the toothbrush and ask about the ATM...which ended up being broken. I had only change left in my bag...but figured the campsite would take credit cards or do internet banking or something.

With that I stopped at a cafe. It's fun to see the difference in guy cyclists versus women cyclists. As myself and another cyclist (though driving) both were stopped at this cute cafe with good food, coffee and a little art gallery. I wouldn't find my guy friends in this delightful little place (or not without some prodding).

It's a hot day and by kilometer 55 I'm ready to be off of my bike and enjoying relaxing. When I finally find the correct turnoff (thought it was 2 km prior to where it was well signed) I get in and talk to the lady about a tent site. It turns out it is a women who is wwoofing and that the owner is out but available by phone. I tell her I have 8 dollars in cash or can use credit card or other banking items.

She calls the owner who responds that I can go back the way I came 8 kms (16 km return) and they "might" have an ATM. If I wasn't so tired I thought about just heading out to the next campsite or Kaikoura (20 or 44 km more) but the heat had zapped me. Right before I get to my breaking point she does mention that I could work in exchange (maybe should have started with that?). So I paid my $8 and had to work 1 hour at weeding. Weeding after 60 km is not the most enjoyable task....lesson learned ALWAYS have a secret stash of cash.

Now if this was the end of the story it would have been annoying but deserved. Unfortunately I didn't realize that the facilities I had seen earlier were not for camping patrons but for the cabins. So after I had weeded I was shown into the filthy kitchen with no working fridge and the toilet/shower where you needed heman strength to close the door.

To continue on this delightful experience they had a massive possum problem so I was awoken at 2 am to their screeching (it's quite horrid) which went on for an hour. Luckily at 4 am the roosters started crowing so I wouldn't sleep in!

Also, I realized later that night that I had left my notebook in the game room and didn't have a chance to send a note until after Queen Charlotte which she responded snidily that 12 days had past and it could be anywhere (though she did "look" for it). So I would not recommend the Staging Post near Hawkwood...continue to the campsite by the river where you may actually get sleep.

18 November 2010 Hawkswood to Kaikoura

Hawkswood to Kaikoura was a great ride. The morning was sunny as I went through hills and the Hunderlees. As I moved towards the hills I felt a little like saws as the impending doom of climbing them was coming closer and closer. The hills were not as bad as expected though fresh chip seal is even less fun when going downhill. On one of the breaks I started my Micheal Jackson impression as I didn't put on my gloves and one had magically stuck to my gear.

As I reached the coast I came down into thick fog for 20 km. I rode along the coast with an erry feeling until the last hill into Kaikoura. As I reached the top and started the descent into Kaikoura I came into a sunny day with the mountains and sea beautifully framed. It was a great way to end a day and I was glad to spend a rest day in such beauty.

19 November 2010 Kaikoura

I did very little today as my legs were still recovering. I did manage to get rid of the mind numbing squeal from my back pulley. The "bike mechanic" did not touch my bike but allowed me to use the tools and stand! It was great...especially since he had only been a bike mechanic for three months and needless to say Stella was not going to be left in his care. Which he was fine with because he was the only one working the full sporting goods store.

Other than that I relaxed in the hostels spa (hot tub) while enjoying the view of the mountains.

20 November 2010 Kaikoura to Pedaller's Rest

Leaving Kaikoura after a day of rest was nice. It was partly cloudy in the morning but a nice temperture. I resisted the temptation to stop and buy a crayfish (lobster) from the roadside stands. I did stop at the seal colony...of course right as I got there the Kiwi Experience (imagine a bus load of19 year olds on a booze cruise) arrived 2 minutes later..I shortened my viewing and continued.

Nearing my reststop for the night the rain was chasing me. I got into the cabin/hostel shortly before it started pouring on the tin roof. There really is very few things that sound as plesant as rain on a tin roof. I was the only cyclist staying (Pedaller's Rest) and enjoyed a quite night with a radio and couch.

As I did my exercises with a giant rubber band it slipped off of the door handle and preceeded to hit me straight in the face!! And there were no witnesses of my sillyness...so I texted Mikenna who was having her going away party in Wellington...hence people got to enjoy my talent.

21 November 2010 - Pedaller's Rest to Blenheim - 58 km, 18.1 km/hr

The day started with a misty drizzle. As I was trying to be nice to the car that was behind me on the gravel road from Pedaller's Rest I managed to pedal strike my shin to the point of tears! Not a good way to start a day or to do right before a long hike.

There were a few hills to get through. As I stopped in Seddon a nice older couple from Christchurch offered me a cup of tea. It was a sweet gesture but I was so warm I declined.

A group of the Wellington crowd was in Blenheim working on vineyards so I got to meet up with them. It was fun to see everyone and they got to witness my scaredy-cat ways when I watch scary movies!! I did warn them though.

22 November 2010 - Blenheim to Picton - 28 km, 20.2 km/hr

This was a short day but it seemed long as it was straight and mostly flat...plus I was ready to be in Picton and see Mikenna!

I had arranged with a couple from Warmshowers to pick up and store my bike at the end of the Queen Charlotte track. They were even kind enough to come and pick the bike up from Picton which was great for me.

Once Stella was taken care of I had a short wait until Mikenna got into the city. It was great to see her again and we caught up on what had been going on before spending the rest of the afternoon getting ready for the track the next day.

Second verse same as the first...in reverse

09 November 2010

Today I swam with the worlds smallest dolphin. The hector dolphin is only 1 meter to 1.4 meters long and has a rounded dorsel fin. In other words it is super cute.

The company provides you with a 5 mm wetsuit. So the water is not balmy by any means. They cruise you out until they fine a pod of dolphins who seem friendly (i.e. no calves and not feeding) and then let you into the water. We spent 45 minutes in the water as the dolphins play around you.

Prior to my swim I went out on one of the hostels three speeds. They even had baskets...though theirs were not plastic with pink and purple flowers.

Views near Akaroa

The hostel had three speeds!! Stella was not happy

10 November 2010 - Akaroa to Barry's Bay

I decided to break up the hills on the way back to Christchurch into two days. One day for the four little hills and one day for the big hill. Today I headed over to Barry's Bay where I stayed a delightful hostel called the Halfmoon Cottage.

The great thing about New Zealand is their road names are very informative. Such as loop, crescent, or say Flat Road. Yes on my way to Barry's Bay just prior to the last hill there was a picnic area that I pondered about stopping at for lunch but I decided to just get it over with and have lunch at the hostel. That is until I passed the road just after it that was named "O..... Flat Road". I immediately turned around and stopped at the picnic area for lunch. After lunch I enjoyed the flat road the last 2 km to Barry's Bay and was also rewarded with a good view.

Flat Road

I then continued to French Farm to do a wine tasting but unfortunately the cellar door was closed and I just got in a 5 km ride instead. It was nice because I got to go out minor hills without my packs so could stand up as I went up hills. The little things that you miss when touring but a broken spoke really isn't worth standing.

11 November 2010 - Barry's Bay to Ataahua

Started out the day with a 6 km climb it was ~25 degrees C so I was quite warm as I was also on the east side of the hill. I stopped often but overall the hill seemed easier this time around...it made sense as I realized there was no headwind.

Stella trying to hitch the rest of the way up the hill

Right prior to Hilltop I recieved a friendly honk and wave, which was very nice. It's amazing how those last bits can really wear you as you anticipate the downhill. I learned an important lesson as I stopped in the cafe for lunch...do not stop 200 m from the top of a hill and than eat a big meal. I had to walk the rest of the way up the hill as my stomache cramped from the effort.

I continued on to Little River where I decided to once again get on the bike trail. Just as I was beginning to to really enjoy riding on the trail I hit a sharp rock and got a flat on the rear tire. As I go to take off my wheel I realize that my locking quick release is stuck. A guy riding past stops to help but he can not get it to release either. Luckily when I call up Justin he reminds me of the golden rule of bike mechanics...when all else fails use blunt force. Lifting the back tire and dropping it from a couple inches from the ground I then try the quick release again and like magic I can get my tire off and change it with no further issues.

Stella laying down on the job...needs a new tube STAT

First flat fixed!

Continue stopping at Birdlings Flat and deciding to domain camp at Ataahua.

Birdling Flats

12 November 2010 - Ataahua to Christchurch

The ride today was easy and noneventful.

Don't know what you got till your gone

So I hate seeing all of the bike stuff on facebook or mplsbikelove cause it makes me miss my soon to be freezing cold homeland.

I also completely miss coffee shop/bikeshops!!! Everyone who bikes needs coffee...learn new zealand learn.

Also, I miss the fact that when you say road bike you are NOT talking about carbon but an awesome bike that you can actually use for multiple purposes (not that i wouldn't like a carbon but not the point).

Done with pointless rant.

Big hill, little hill, little hill, little hill, shoot me, little hill, and there

8 November 2010

Today was a rough day. As I started from back into town from staying at the yurt I was not pedalling and going down a 2 percent grade going 37 km/hr. This was the exact opposite direction I would be going as I headed into the day of hills.

The first 8 km were flat and even with the wind were not too difficult. After this point things started to get rough. At kilometer 9 I was proud of myself for being upbeat even though I had to walk my bike quite a bit. Kilometer 10.5 was starting to get tired but still in high spirits as I had 4.5 more km to climb. At kilometer 13.2 I hated everything...I actually caught myself hating the grass...yeah grass what are you looking at.

Watching the clouds blow in as I hate the world

At this point I believed I had 2 more km to go and the wind was slamming into me as I slowly pushed my bike forward. At km 13.3 I was elated to turn a corner and see not only the elevation sign of 476 m at Hilltop but the beautiful bays beyond.

Looking toward Akaroa at Hilltop

Of course my joyfulness was not long lived as I knew there were still four smaller hills to conquer prior to getting to my destination of Akaroa. The 6 km downhill was trying as I needed to keep my bike under 25 km/hr in order to allow myself to brake if needed. I had to pull off multiple times to allow my hand to relax.

By the time I got to the third smaller hill I was knackered. Luckily there was a pullout area that was perfect to sit in the shade and have a snack. The snack was much appreciated as I found out the granola bars I bought tasted horrible!

Me at hill 3

With food in my belly I hyped myself up for the 1.5 hills I needed to finish so I could reward myself with coffee and treat. Bribing yourself truly does wonders on your mood and motivation. Of course the last hill was the worse along with being completely straight so it appears at all times that you are not getting any closer.

Needless to say I made it to Akaroa very proud of myself even though I think I walked 5 km of the 32 kms I went that day.

It's an amazing feeling getting back out there when most of you body isn't in shape and your mind is raising fearful alarms. I'm not the confident rider I once was but it is slowly coming back. Patience is truly a virtue.

The nice thing about riding now is that my negative voice is amazingly quite...almost completely silent. I know that I could easily give up my hopes of bicycle touring and store my bike somewhere but now I feel that I truly have earned these rides. They will be hard, and I'm not going to win any style points but I'm out there doing it and nobody can take that away.

And hoping for smooth sailing

07 November 2010 - Christchurch to Little River (on the way to Akaroa)

So I re-began my bicycle touring today. Started by going to a physio appointment where I was told that things were continuing to improve and then started my tour from there. Scared, exhilarated, anxious, scared, happy, scared were the feelings I felt as I began cycling with my fully loaded bike. This was a flat route...I had picked the route specifically for this reason but I still was not comfortable as I began.

Stella wondering if I'm mad at her as I stop for lunch...notice bionic arm strapped to top

I wondered to myself if I should have written a note to my confid ence in advance of my departure something along the lines of:

"Dear Confidence, If you would be so kind as to return prior to 7 November I would be most grateful. I currently do not want to go long distances with all of my gear but think your presence would be very helpful in relieving this feeling. Thanks in advance. xoxo Carissa"

Unfortunately I did not think of this until after I was biking so it had no idea that I missed it so much.

Anyway, slowly as the km continued to pile on biking started to feel enjoyable. When after 25 km I could look around while pedaling I remembered why I love my bike and why I'm crazy enough not to give it up (though it's not really a choice anyone since I am addicted). Of the 67 km I decided to try 14 km on the gravel Little River Rail Trail. This was a lot of fun and the five other bikers I met were all women (pretty nifty).

This was the start of the Little River Trail...decided to wait 7 km to get on it...sheep scare me

Little River Trail 10 km from start

Prior to the campground where I was planning on spending the night was the accommodation I had scheduled to stay at on the way back to Christchurch. So I stopped in an get to stay in a Yurt! Yeah Yurt!

The yurt

Inside of yurt

Tomorrow will be a shorter day but more challenging as there is a big hill followed by 4 smaller hills prior to Akaroa.

Nelso/Picton/Golden Bay

Early October to Mid October

Stayed a day in Picton prior to heading to Nelson. Stacie, Max, Darren and I ended up going on a bike ride. Darren was quite a trouper since his bike was the worst out of theirs...he could only go in one gear. We made it a good 8 or 9 km return. It was fun to ride with people, even if they maybe didn't have the best of time.

Evening near the beach in Nelson

Public art on bridge rail...I really liked that it was in braille

My goal for arriving in the South Island was to be able to attend some of the first annual Nelson Bicycle Festival. Mostly because they had a whole program of social bike rides to help me up my miles and confidence.

I attended one of the social rides shortly after arriving in Nelson, andwas introduced to the rail to trail network. Also, I was provided with a name of a WWOOF couple who also were into cycling. Since my physio therapist wanted to see me again I would have to stay in Nelson for an additional week. Not too hard to do as it is the sunshine capital of NZ. Also, it allowed me to watch the Crit Race (though participation was low) and introduce it to a friend.

Low clearance...I rode my bike under this an hour before

Michelle and I planned to go up to Golden Bay and rented a car for the weekend. The road there was incredibly windy and driving on the left made it even more interesting. We made it up and over and had two jammed packed days of tramps and sights. Including a natural limestone labryinth!

We ventured out on a one lane 11 km long gravel road to see Harwoods hole and the beech tree forest that surrounded it. Along with heading to farwell spit...where we couldn't find the lookout until we peeked around a corner. (More pictures to come at a later date)

PuPu springs...clearest fresh water springs in the world

Labryinth in Golden Bay...I may never get out

Try Try Again

04 November 2010

Today is what I would call my first real hard day of riding since my accident. Rode 22 Km total with a 2 km "walk". The walk was a mtb/walking path that my current setup was most definitely not going to handle...not only the incorrect gear ratio but the skinny tires would have been flat at the end.

So downhills are indeed still a problem and due to my bike not being compatible with cantilever brakes I really have to just live with going no more than 25 km/hr downhill. Which on the plus side forces me to do my exercises, as well as I'm still not confident enough to go full on down a hill (nor should I be as my grip strength is still slightly lacking).

Sheep and view of Christchurch from Summit Road

The weather was a bit warm for my liking at 22 degrees Celsius while riding but was sunny and truly gorgoues as I walked around Lyttleton.

After the downhill section I need to look at the length of downhill to Akarua to see if I need to catch a lift the last part of this route. My plan is to start touring again on in four days after my second physio appointment in Christchurch. It's interesting because not only am I touring the country but also the physio departments *smile*. From my point of view this is great as I get everyones best techniques to help me improve...though it would be nice to have a little consistancy.

In general I'm tired of having to worry about my arm and limit my activities. Though it's hard to be too disappointed as I now can bike and Christchurch is a nice flat city with plenty of bike infrastructure to keep me occupied. Of course there is the fact of aftershocks...which after awhile you forget what they are since I haven't had to deal with them for the last month. It's very interesting to see the structural damage to brick buildings and when riding to see the cracks that resulted from the original earthquake.

03 November 2010

Met a short term bicycle tourist (Stuart) and another traveler (Ash) who has done a couple of bike tours before so we all went out for a ride today. In the morning I had my physio appointment so everyone had to wait until I got back.

We started towards Bottle Lake Forest Park a nice 13 km flat ride. At the park Stuart had to head back as he was catching a flight later that day. Ash and I continued to the park...which was just a pine plantation with walking, mtb, and horse paths in it. So we did 12 km of offroad riding...mostly pretty calm but a few places it got a little interesting witht the wrist. We than had the pleasure of most of the next 15 km being into the wind! fun times

Sea Kayaking

Early October

Michelle had mentioned she would like to do kayaking in the Abel Tasman and I invited myself along. We looked at the weather to decide which day would be the best and chose based on no wind. Well needless to say it was quite windy when Monday arrived and we were off to the Park.

We started with what was supposed to be a 2 hour sea kayaking followed by a 2 hour tramp to Torrent Bay. Luckily the wind was going with us but I was in charge of steering and with the waves I was making an interesting zigzag path. The kayaking only took 40 minutes but I felt like it was all day...especially since this was only three weeks out of my cast.

Almost done with kayaking...showing off the awesome outfit

As I was getting out of the kayak of course I had bad timing and ended up soaking my shorts...and I found out that I had grabbed the wrong pair of leggings that morning so was thankful it was sunny and no people were around!

We took our lunch on a secluded beach listening to the waves and the birds. The walk was amazingly beautiful. I'd been told to go there but I had no idea how amazing it would be and of course the pictures really don't do it justice.

shell on beach after lunch

On the water taxi back we got to see a penguin in the water! I was super excited as I've always wanted to see one in the wild. Overall it was such a great day, not only did I get to experience sea kayaking but I got to use my arm and take in the gorgeous surroundings.

Me near the water in Abel Tasmen

Pretty water view near Anchorage Bay

Beach at Torrent Bay

Hooked on a (good) feeling

Riding against the wind...even if it is only for 3 km with 3 km return. I don't think I've smiled so big as when I was on my bike today...first "real" ride all by myself since the mishap. It made me begin to feel like a real person again. There is now a light at the end of the tunnel.

Smiles

Experiences that make me smile happen so often but here are a couple of my favorites from the last month.

Brunch:

A group of us had decided to meet up for a $5 english breakfast so after rounding the troups (except JJ cause I forgot I had his number) we went down to the pub. Arriving at 11:00 on a saturday we were asked for id, to eat breakfast. As we all had been out the night before this was quite confusing and because I only had my Minnesota license (which is really thin and looks kinda fake) I almost didn't get breakfast. The best part of this is that I have never had a problem with my id while actually drinking.

Mikenna had been holding the table so she went to get water...and was also id'd. To continue with the amazingness the menu had stated scrambled eggs and they came out sunnyside up. Than Sebastian did not receive his breakfast. With the grand finale of the amazing breakfast to have a dove fly out of Mikenna's hair...we didn't know that she was a magician! Okay so it just flew right by her head but overall the brunch was great since it was so interesting.

Golf:

During week 8 post arm break, which is when I should have been able to ride my bike the weather was incredibly windy and/or raining. As such I could not try to ride again. This made me unhappy and I started to get in quite a funk.

So when Friday came around and it was raining and JJ suggested the driving range I was super excited. Everyone had to wait until after my physio appointment...where I asked if golfing was okay. She said that if I hit the ground it would be really painful but take it easy and stop when it starts getting tired.

JJ, Jorge, Max, Ester and I all got into the car and were getting a little concerned as lightening and than hail came down. I can only imagine what our motley crew looked like as we dashed from the car through the rain into the range. Jorge and I are both lefthanded golfers so we fought for clubs (okay so we didn't).

I got through about a half bucket of balls before I couldn't hold my club anymore. It felt great to be able to get out aggression through the balls and my 6 iron skills were actually better than normal. The only thing was I couldn't use my woods because the vibrations came back into my arm, which is my favorite part of the game.

Watching JJ, Ester and Max's form

I then watched the others. Everyone has their own style and it's great to watch people. Jorge's is a really fast swing. Max has a short aggressive swing. Ester has a tense/relaxed swing. JJ has a relaxed natural swing. I suppose if I was my normal self I wouldn't have seen any of this but it's interesting to see how people move when doing activities.

We than continued on and drove around the bays...the route I had taken on my bike a couple of months earlier. Luckily the wind was so fierce that there was no way I would've been out on my bike that day. We stopped at the Chocolate Fish cafe and continued to the Bach Cafe. Where Ester had the most amazing Iced Chocolate...it had marshmellow, ice cream, chocolate flakes, chocolate sauce and chocolate milk....in other words it was amazing.

We got back in time to have downtime prior to starting Sarah and Michelle's going away party.

Pirates vs. Gypsies:

I realized that I had been to only one concert since I got to New Zealand and that I needed to dance to a live band. Mikenna in need of a show so we made it our goal to find some on Saturday night. We also convinced a group that they wanted to go.

We were going to wander to a couple of bars hoping for good music but Jack came back talking of Pirates vs. Gypsies. This was all the information that was given to us but did we need more? No, because it was Pirates vs. Gypsies. Going up the stairs to the Mighty Mighty I had no idea what to expect but once getting into the venue I knew this was going to be an amazing night.

The venue was cozy but decent sized with couches and chairs in case you didn't want to dance. Entering the band had eye patches and a washboard player...punkish stylings. It was lively and fun to dance to and even Max got on the floor.

The second band, the gypsies, came out through the crowd with a sax, trumpet, accordian, trombone, and tuba. Generally the evening was exactly what I needed and so much dancing happened. It's crazy how much more fun dancing is when it's to a band and not a DJ. The best $5 I've spent in a long time.

Clean up:

It was National Clean Up week so the hostel adopted the street outside to clean up. Well there is a walking path up to the hostel that is a perfect spot to sit at night and drink....which is evident if you have to clean it up. We had 20 bags full of trash and barely dented the garbage.

After the clean up we decided to go for fish and chips and than a walk. We had a massive amount of fish and chips and continued to the beach. We started up a creek bed and saw a little dam. Continuing on we crossed the creek a couple of times. Since my new hiking boots are waterproof I decided to take my own route across...which ended up with me falling in the creek...yes I am that good at life. My pride has officially died and I buried at sea.

characters in the play that is my life

I realized that I have provided no background on any of the people that are currently my friends...here's a brief description of some of the more prevalent personalities.

Matt - Canadian who left for home and university a couple weeks into my trip. He told me a bunch of little hints and we wandered around wellington together. Also, was a roommate.

Zeke - Scottish roommate every time I came back to wellington till Sept, which ended up being way more than expected. The "yes" man of what would be three people. Just as stubborn as me.

Kiet - Malaysian roommate who told me the weather by singing U2's 'Beutiful Day' on nice days. Had broke his wrist twice so understood my frustration and helped me see the big picture.

Mikenna - American and my New Zealand counterpoint to Emily. Cook, drink, and explore together. Generally makes the better decisions.

JJ - Frenchman who was the third in Zeke and my drinking party. Always up for something. Great at organizing outings such as golf, tramps and general good times

Jill and Bas - Older couple who adopted me when I broke my arm. Jill is vivacious and a wonderful cook/faux-mom. Bas is a wily farm, quite sarcastic and reminds me of my grandfather...we got along great (but don't tell him that).

Sarah M - Englishwomen with a dry wit and helps me meet my judging quota

Katy - English, has a plan and if greatly organized. Loves the small things as much as me...was roommate first time in Wellington.

Jorge -German who is up for exploring and has great sense of humor...also makes great spatzle

Max - Surly german who has a dry sense of humor and who's soul will be crushed when i can finally play basketball again

Esther - Dutchee who loves to dance and is great fun.

Meg - Kiwi, manager of the backpackers I kept returning to in Wellington...spunky

Phil L - American from Iowa. Also a cyclist who helped me get back on my bike. Understands the awesomeness of hotdishes.

Phil W - Englishman who is "singy". Always brightens everyones day with is upbeat personality and constant singing.

Alessandro - Italian who taught everyone to make pizza....delightful and also my roommate...we had our own language in the mornings since neither of us were morning people

Padraig and Collin - Irish lads, not a couple but homosexual....faaaiirrly certain....Padraig is loud and hilarious and Collin is reserved and funny

Biding time

End of August

August 10th

I arrived back in Wellington in time for a bunch of my friends to also be back. I spent a week with them relaxing and then went to the doctor for an appointment. To my great pleasure he told me that my arm was healing nicely and that I could get a new cast....this one below the elbow. So I chose my beautiful pink color and rejoiced (to all in the hostels annoyance) about being able to bend my elbow again. It is an amazing experience to go from not being able to touch your head/face to being able to. People that have never had the opportunity to discover this really don't understand the freedom that this allows.

August 15

After this I decided to leave Wellington for a couple of weeks as I had no idea the amount of rehab that would be necessary, and as such the next time I would be able to leave. I headed north to New Plymouth to see Mount Taranaki and more importantly up to Waitomo Caves and glow worms.
In one of the Caves at Waitomo

New Plymouth was nice I did get to see Taranaki but did not get pictures. I also got to enjoy the sunset on the beach.

Than I went to the Waitomo Caves with their glow worms....which were amazing. Imagine being on a river in a cave and looking up to a night sky with more stars then you have ever seen. That is the caves. I went on a basic cave tour first, which was a one on one tour, and had a great time discussing caves and everything with the guide. Than I went to the most famous of the caves, which are famous for good reason. Both tours were great for the different atmospheres they presented.

Once I was done with the caves I proceeded to Whitecliff Brewery which is home of Mike's Beer including a double IPA and a Whiskey Porter. The first day I got to go in the beer vat to help clean it out. It was an interesting time as I was helping a guy with a badly injured foot and I had my broken arm that I couldn't get wet. I spent most of my five days there making a sign for Oktoberfest and then hitched a ride back to Wellington since they were going down for Beervana.

Since August 25th I have been in Wellington, some of the highlights of this stay include:

Getting my cast off...only to realize the true journey has just begun. I still can't rotate my arm. Ligaments are not happy with me. Luckily I have friends here to pick me up when I need a hug, encouragement and if necessary a beer.

Making sushi with Zeke and JJ for us, Mikenna and Sarah. We went a little crazy and had enough food for 10 people.

Finding a salsa dancing place. I will convince the world that salsa dancing is amazing, even if you aren't good.

Hiking with JJ and Jorg and seeing this amazing picture. I just hope that bikers and dogs don't get confused!

Finishing a hike with a full out 30 minute run down a hill, to get out of the park 3 minutes prior to the gate locking. I'm not sure how I did not fall down the cliffside and injury myself more. The worst part was the last bit was amazingly beautiful in the sunset but none of us (JJ, Jorg, Mikenna or Phil W) could take photos.

Long Island iced tea night, and everyone at the hostel being crazy. Followed by sangria and potroast night.