About Dolphins & Riding the Rainbow

Before I ever decided to ride my bicycle far, far away I spent a lot of time in Northern Ireland. Working for Steve & Kylie at the Hostel. Here’s a picture of the girls back in 2006, working hard… Doris, me, Catriona and Kylie. Kylie happens to be from New Zealand. Her parents are still here.…

westcoast wanderings

I noticed two guys making coffee on my way out of the Mavora lakes. An excellent reason to have a break. I’d done 2km already after all. Mark & Richie, two Canadians, were on their way to Queenstown as well. So we teamed up. I was surprised to see a small traffic jam on the track…

To be, or not to be

Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any better, they did. I rode my bicyle out of Milford sound and with low clouds and people hanging out of their bus windows to take pictures of me I managed to get back to the start of the Homer tunnel. The tunnel I looked up against…

A Wonderful World of Water and Wind

It now seems ages ago I shot down the rail trail. The original railway was completed in 1921. As it turned out the line was uneconomic. Lucky for cyclist young and old, the Department of Conservation (DOC) took over and transformed it into a perfectly enjoyable (and easy) bicycle ride between Clyde and Middlemarch. I…

About Climbing, Crossing Creeks and Camera’s

  It was a bit of a climb out of Cromwell. It was only the next morning, when I reached the top of Dufflers Saddle, that I realized I’d just cycled up the highest public road in New Zealand. Well, that explains that then. I had a pretty good campsite that first evening. Just as…

Yes I ride, but my horse is a bicyle.

After leaving Christchurch I found myself cycling through a lot of low hanging clouds. It made me think this should be named ‘land of the low white cloud‘. Since the roads were pretty flat to start of with, and on either side of the road  I saw fields full of cows and farms with Dutch…