A quick dogleg onto Tophouse Rd. in search for a well-deserved beer at NZ’s smallest bar and most-picturesque pub ends in tears…the bloody joint is closed today!! BUMMER!!!
Nothing for it, the beer’s gotta wait. A quick blurt through the sand-fly riddled St. Arnaud ….
…following the Buller River for a bit…
…..and on to the turnoff to Lake Rotoroa.
After nearly 2 days of solid dirt and gravel roads, this sign stirs a bit of doubt.
Should we, shouldn’t we….petrol, time of day, daylight left, the need to find a bed for the night before the day is out etc….it all swirls around in the grey-matter, trying to weigh common sense against the urge of discovery.
Let’s go and have a look, it’s only 12 or 15k’s through, anyway.
It all proves a total fizzer… granny on a skateboard could’ve done it.
Or I've could’ve done it on this and cut the grass at the same time.
The “hairiest” of the Braeburn Track is a concreted ford with 8” of water, a bit of a laugh after the last couple of days.
Nothing for it, the beer’s gotta wait. A quick blurt through the sand-fly riddled St. Arnaud ….
…following the Buller River for a bit…
…..and on to the turnoff to Lake Rotoroa.
After nearly 2 days of solid dirt and gravel roads, this sign stirs a bit of doubt.
Should we, shouldn’t we….petrol, time of day, daylight left, the need to find a bed for the night before the day is out etc….it all swirls around in the grey-matter, trying to weigh common sense against the urge of discovery.
Let’s go and have a look, it’s only 12 or 15k’s through, anyway.
It all proves a total fizzer… granny on a skateboard could’ve done it.
Or I've could’ve done it on this and cut the grass at the same time.
The “hairiest” of the Braeburn Track is a concreted ford with 8” of water, a bit of a laugh after the last couple of days.