Thanks to an Australian-Dutch cycling couple (rideontrack), we absorbed with high speed some fantastic hamburgers in Queenstown (fergburger). It had been a long time since we hadn’t had such delicious burgers. Actually it was back in the States. Barack knows how to make a burger ! Dessert was a Queenstown-priced two scoop ice cream. It was worth all the savings. Loaded with calories, we took a boat to be delivered on the other side of Lake Wakatipu where we started two days of off-road biking. Wow ! We were back in no-man’s land with fabulous scenery. Cycling off-road as it’s meant to be. Dried yellow-brown grasses and trees mapped on hardly touched mountains. We crossed two rivers using our bare feet. Freezing cold ! We camped at one of the famous DOC campsites (DOC) at Lake Mavora: a nice warden, a warm fire and a great visit of a very curious bird. In the end, our feathered friend was only interested in sharing our pasta.
We walked along the beach of Lake Manapouri and made hundreds of pictures of the great looks of the mountains of Fiordland National Park on the other side of the water. These mountain peaks held a big part of the surrounding rain that day, but after few hours of battle, the rain won and poured it all on us and our little green tent. In the morning, our flip flops came in handy when crossing the temporary camping lake to make it to the toilets. We waited and waited for the sun to shine and to dry the world of Manapouri, but no. We packed before lunchtime and started pedaling towards Tuatapere, but we didn’t arrive. It was so so cold. We were soaked wet and sooo cold. We stopped at the first sign of accommodation and got a mattress and a hot shower and above all, dryness and a fireplace. We watched four movies in a row, and felt happy again.
We’re getting ready for our last cycling adventure in New Zealand: the Catlins. More next time. Big hugs, S&M