It's no wonder yet another state of cycling euphoria was reached. Today it was somewhat turbo boosted by a breakfast chat with the missing part of this holiday heaven.
The road rolled along, not too much traffic although more caravans today. I had my first unwarranted telling off from one shirty lady, while I was well inside the hard shoulder and they had two whole lanes, she felt it necessary to shout at me to keep over. I gave a cheery wave back. Should have shouted 'no worries'.
Being so out in the elements definitely seems to heighten the senses, all the smells of trees, sea air, fresh cool breeze under the trees then the heat back out under the rays. I often wished for three pairs of eyes today, one for gazing around, one for studying the road and one to look behind as there's a whole different view out back (check out my aussie lingo).
Phil seems to be developing a good aussie twang, hope his dog will recognise his new accent when he returns!
So, week 3 is underway and stats for the two weeks:
Miles cycled: 803
Miles run: 44
Miles swam: 2.5
Photos taken:300
Number of punctures:1
Number of mysterious bruises:3
Number of brown limbs:4
Fingers with silly tan lines:6
Greymouth is on the coast so the hunt for monster mussels continues, we cycled through Havelock (the green lipped mussel capital of the world) a few days back but as it was about 10am I didn't really fancy crustaceans for my elevensies.
After such a great day Steve managed to broaden our grins even further with the gift of this delight in our room:
After two weeks on the saddle a whirlpool bath was a gift from the heavens indeed, so armed with cups of tea and ginger nuts we took our turns for a good wallow. Bliss!!
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