A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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Monday, April 15, 2002
I think i may have broken a world record at the weekend, for the longest distance cycled after getting smashed on a Friday night, 170k's after approximately 7pints in fact.
I didn't quite manage to complete the Le Race course. Due to my typically late start it was getting dark as i neared the last mountainous section, and i didn't really fancy tackling it in the pitch black, with a lo-powered, yellow disco strobe for a front light and steamed up glasses. So i took the 'main road' into Akaroa, which still had plenty of hills on it, giving me numerous opportunities to do some star-gazing while waiting for the strange thumping and wheezing noises in my chest to stop.
The ride back was taken at a more leisurely pace, with a short stop for a sunny snooze under a tree, at the top of the hill leading out of Akaroa harbour, and also taking a route that avoided the now horrendous looking Port Hills i'd ridden over without any problems 24hours earlier. See Map below for route details.....
Other news at the weekend - Jo has bought a house! Fairly unusual behaviour for a backpacker, but she did admit once to "dabbling in the markets", so i'd imagine she's got pots of cash stashed away in some dodgy, offshore thingumy. Apparently it's a great place, and to be honest, if i had the available lolly, i'd think about doing the same myself.
9:12 am
