Mountain biking in Wanaka
11.03.2008 - 11.03.2008 14 °C
I thought you were suppose to ride the bike
We had big plans today of heading out onto the lake in a hired sailing dinghy but awoke to what can only be described as the end of the world. The wind was certainly up, even for us two sailing nutters, and it was truly dreadful. Still not to be easily deterred, the hardened men of the campervan went and hired a couple of fully sprung mountain bikes, due to the fact that there were no others left, for what was suppose to be the excellent trails around Wanaka. The ride along to lake was fantastic even if it was tipping it down, but when we got to the forest things went downhill quite literally. To be honest the black runs were some what above my abilities so I spent an awful lot of time chuntering to myself about what a whimp I am while pushing the bike. Julian went off at his usual reckless pace but soon got lost as the trails were not that well marked or followed into each other. Basically we both spent pretty much 50% of the time off the bike pushing. I think a little local knowledge was required.
Me looking like I know what I am doing
Once back into town we met up for lunch with Julian’s niece Siận who he had not seen for 10 years. We had a great chat and she was generally pleased to see us which was brill. We spent ages blethering away like right gossips so Julian was glad he had had the opportunity to catch up after all this time.
By the afternoon lets just say the past few days of high activity had caught up with one of the members of the group who may have had a power knap, before we finished up with a stroll along the Lake.
So last night in the campervan and to be honest I am glad. Sleeping on two cushions and a dinning table has began to get to me and at the risk of offending anyone with campervans, I will be glad to get in a proper bed. We are off to Queenstown tomorrow and have big plans to get the adrenalin running again, but I will talk about them when we have tried and succeeded. Obviously I will not say anything if we chicken out.
Comedy moment of the day: Julian banging his head so hard on the roof of the van and me not knowing what to do, whether to make a laugh and joke about it or keep quiet until he regained consciousness