New Zealand, 2008
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Manipouri to Tuatepere and Invercargill
On Saturday, January 26, we got a fairly early start from Manipouri,
heading for Tuatepere, the Sausage Capital of New Zealand! It was a small,
somewhat faded town with a few tourist-oriented galleries, a grocery store
or two, and a couple of campgrounds and motels. When we arrived some time
after 4 p.m., the only places that sold local sausage were already closed,
so we missed that treat. We did, however, find a quiet little campground
where the manager offered us a cottage for only $20. It would have cost
$18 for a tent site, so why not! Even in this modest place, there was
a nicely equipped communal kitchen with a couple of tables.
Though Tuatepere was not of great interest, the 80 kilometer ride there
was stunning. As on many rides in the interior of the South Island, we
had a feeling of vastness, nearly unlimited spaciousness, perhaps something
like the transition between foothills and prairie in Alberta or Montana.
People say that the west coast, between the mountains and the sea, is
the most spectacular part of New Zealand, but it will not be easy to surpass
this part of the island for splendid cycling.
The photos above are climbing
up and coasting down Jericho Hill, also called Blackmount Hill,
we think, which was the only substantial challenge of Saturday's
ride to Tuatepere.
At the bottom of the hill,
soon before the tiny hamlet of Blackmount, we passed this team of
Clydesdales. They are taking tourists on a a tour! It looks
like fun, but aside from walking it's the only way to travel that
is even slower than our cycling.
On Sunday, the ride from Tuatepere as far as Riverton was just as beautiful,
with continuing perfect weather, except now we reached the south coast,
so there were gorgeous beaches as well. The coutnryside was becoming greener
too, and sometimes we were reminded of parts of the Maritimes but
with much bigger mountains. The two photos below are both taken from McKracken's
Rest, one in each direction. It is the first point at which we reached
the southern coast.
|Riverton was a pleasant town on an estuary, with
a fine little museum and riverfront park. The photo to the right is
the main street. The two below are taken in Riverton's small waterfront
park. We enjoyed visiting a shop that sold articles made of paua,
something akin to abalone shell, with wonderful iridescent colors.
Our goal on Sunday was the sheep and deer farm of Servas hosts
Adrian and Ann Irving, northeast of Invercargill proper. It turned
out to be a little farther than we'd thought, about 105 kilometres
from Tuatepere. The photo on the left is a typical scene in this
part of the country though as we approached Invercargill,
the terrain gradually became flatter in less photogenic.
The last 3 kilometres to the Irving's farm were on gravel, so we
|Ann and Adrian had wonderful gardens Adrian
grows begonias in glass houses and of course thousands of sheep
and deer. Adrian collects and restores antique engines and had just
returned from Crank-Up!, a big machinery show that we had already
heard about. Ann fed us well, not suprisingly with venison and lamb,
and made us very comfortable. Their daughter Terry took us on a four-wheeler
to move some sheep, and Ann with her cute granddaughter Cassia led
us on a walk through native bush that they are preserving.
Adrian wilth granddaughter Cassia, and one
of his antique engines
One of Adrian's glass houses
Some of Adrian's spectacular begonias.
Gardens around the house
Ann and Cassia leading us into native bush
that the Irvings are preserving