Well, it's been a while since the last entry. Seasons have changed, and a lot of things happened in between. Would be great to share some lovely impressions from the two trips to the South Island in March and April with you. I might do later, but won't promise anything now. But let's get back to now, the reason why I haven't been posting anything is that my lovely work was pretty mental the last weeks. And too much. So I finally made the quick decision to pack my gear on Friday after work, get my good old Cube off the shed and get ready again (and once again justify having two bikes). Heading out on such a short notice was no problem, as the bike was still set up from my Easter trip, and some gear wasn't even unpacked.
I wouldn't call it an escape from reality, but maybe it was one! And I definitely needed no (more) people on the weekend, just time for me to make up my mind, to tidy up. Pretty egoistic, but don't we need that sometimes? I do! Let's call it self-consciousness . A healthy portion of that is essential in my eyes. And what is better than a demanding bike ride to empty the brain packed with useless problems on a sunny autumn day? I can't really think of something else. The main decisions are where to go, where to camp, what to have for breakfast, what for dinner? And essentially what beautiful spot is more suitable for the lunch break? Hard decisions. I made them, and all to my full satisfaction. No regrets this time!
So Cape Palliser was the destination I chose Friday night, after Jan and me changed our plans last time we went down there and did the Aorangi crossing. And exactly right for a short but challenging two day ride. I took my camping gear as there isn't really anything down there. To be more detailed, I think the Wairarapa is the less touristy region in New Zealand. What makes it strangely attractive, remoteness is beauty. The more the better. Just cows, sheep and the odd farmer, exactly the right amount of attractions for a weekend to chill out. Amazing how such a simple world has such a huge appeal to me. But sometimes it is just nice to see that there is life away from the city: Away from all entertainment, non-sense and all the other shit that makes easy lives very complicated. Maybe I shouldn't do marketing for things like that, but somebody has to. And I am very aware of my responsibility, and with the occasional break, to get over some people in that business that act like total idiots without even a healthy portion of egoism, I can still justify my job at the moment. To sum it up: The Wairarapa was perfect, there couldn't have been a better place for that weekend.
Here the short summary of the trip: I took the train to Upper Hutt, jumped on the bike, cycled up the Rimutaka Incline, cycled down the same to Cross Creek with a nice fellow, who just bought a bike recently. This time I didn't fall off the bike while going through the tunnel, it's much better with lights. Then alongside Lake Wairarapa, stopping to have a ginger beer and a Twix in Pirinoa while listening to someone from Upper Hutt, trying to convince me of rugby (he didn't succeed). Listening to Kings of Convenience, Tori Amos and Shapeshifter, cycling down to the coast, stopping at the Pinnacles, listening to the Black Seeds. Then turning my IPod off, and just listening to the sea and using the last hour of sunlight for a more than enjoyable ride along the coast. When it was too dark to cycle I pitched my tent, wrapped myself up in my sleeping bag (which is worth the high price, I know now) and finally slept well. At 7! At the end of this day I came to the conclusion that: I should quit my job as soon as strategically possible, I should enjoy July and August in Edinburgh instead of cold New Zealand to do more cycling and: Cycling is just brilliant and a lot of people miss out on a lot of things if they don't cycle. 
And much more. But that's my secret (o: The night was fairly cold, but the constant sound of the sea was brilliant to sleep. Waking up I was to lazy to cook oats, and still freezing, so I just jumped on the bike after I had packed everything. One Square Meals and bagels brought me over the day, as I had a brilliant one cycling along the coast over Cape Palliser to White Rock. Lost my sunglasses on the way, so that added a few k's to get them back, and the track along the coast is nothing for the faint-hearted. But a great adventure ride. Then up the White Rock Rd, up to Martinborough, and then one of the most boring roads in the dark to Featherston. Unfortunately missed the train by 15 mins, but hitching with the bike to Lower Hutt, then on the train and back home to have Gnocchi and wine. Thanks to Jan. It was just brilliant. It was pure freedom. That's what this country is about. Thanks New Zealand!
Song of the weekend: Tori Amos - Crucify
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Awesome pics....
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