Subsequent up on our magical thriller tour was a little bit of roadie in order that we might run the massive women over some favorite gravel additional up the island.
The primary day of this journey started with a visit up the West Coast and ending in Reefton the place we knew there would good pies available…
Leaving Wanaka, we had an actual blast by way of to Makarora and onto Haast. The roads have been good and as soon as the tempo was set that was just about it until we caught as much as gradual site visitors. The one difficulty we had was each amassing birds on our manner out of Makarora.
I dunno what the birds have been however there have been brown and a good bit bigger than your common sparrow and even magpie. I caught my one first. It flew out of the scrub and hit me on the higher arm (felt that) and chest earlier than disappearing off in a cloud of feathers. Simply earlier than it hit me, I caught a glimpse of brown and was actually involved that it was a hawk and that I used to be going to must combat it whereas it was in my lap…
Colin scored his one a cut up second later and in about the identical manner. Feathers all over the place…
Onto the Coast correct, the journey up from Haast within the nice climate was additionally a ten/10 however we had so as to add slightly extra pleasure to our day in some way…
After a cease in Fox for an ummm, pie, we determined to hold onto Franz for gas as there was nonetheless a lot within the S10’s tank. Arriving in Franz, we hit the forecourt of the servo solely to find that we might have as a lot diesel as we needed however no petrol…bummer…
I rapidly consulted the GPS and it lied to me in saying that the closest gas was 62km away in Harihari. This was a little bit of a reduction as I knew I might make that straightforward.
However then we had some extra luck. There was gas in Whataroa (and I reckon I already knew that from the final journey however possibly hadn’t bought Whataroa’s location proper in my head – was it earlier than or after Harihari?) so we stopped there, stuffed up and all of Colins Christmases got here without delay…
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| Sure, that’s 2kg of jet planes, hopefully there might be some left on our subsequent journey… |
That pleasure over the remainder of the day was spent cruising previous plenty of the checkpoints on our TT2000 plan and into Reefton for the night time. The motel even had slightly reminder of the place we would come from:
