NZ Tour Second day on the rail trail, my journal has mysteriously stopped. I suspect I was enjoying it too much.
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| Misty morning at Poolburn Viaduct. |
| If you look carefully you can see my campsite right in the middle of the frame (shot taken from the viaduct). By purple daypack is on the grass next to the hammock. |
| View along the viaduct... visibility about 50m |
| Other cyclists! |
| Loaded cycle tourists. As distinct from the ones who carry enough gear for the day and use the accommodation along the trail. I assume there's a motorised service that carries extra gear for you if you want that. |
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| An ice skating rink and curling pond. So the sign said, but I suspect it doesn't operate around the summer solstice. |
| Oturehua General Store and museum. A crazy mixture of stuff for sale and stuff that hasn't been for sale for 50 years. Vrey cool, especially the (modern) organic veges. And the old telephone switchboard and stuff. |
| Oturehua General Store and museum. A crazy mixture of stuff for sale and stuff that hasn't been for sale for 50 years. Vrey cool, especially the (modern) organic veges. And the old telephone switchboard and stuff. |
| Oturehua General Store and museum. A crazy mixture of stuff for sale and stuff that hasn't been for sale for 50 years. Vrey cool, especially the (modern) organic veges. And the old telephone switchboard and stuff. I managed to leave my wallet here and got 10 minutes up the road before realising. Major panic, but of course it was sitting literally right where I left it. Doh! |
| 45° South. See also 15° south. |
| In the farming areas there were a lot of these gates with cattlestops next to them. The only real hassle was that sometimes there'd be a wee dip full of losse gravel on the approach, making it more interesting than necessary to ride through. |
| The highest point of the trail, 618m above sea level (just over 3 furlongs for those used to imperial units). |
| A fence covered in shoes. No idea why but there are several of these in Anglonesia. |
| Ranfurly. |
| Ranfurly. My reflection (see, I'm not a vampire (or is it witches that don't reflect?)) |
| Ranfurly. An old grader. Machinery! |
| And above us, the road. |
| Camping again. Anothre riverside camp featuring lots of grocery bags. |