Just a few more of yesterday’s pics…
Tassie-Dave squeezing the beejeezaz out of the DR on the way back home….
Rob’s lucky find…
A superb example of an old Austin (7?)…from a time when cars were made of steel, not tinfoil.
…and did anyone actually eat this ? (whatever is was)
Or is that Tassie Dave’s doggie-bag “lunch tomorrow, mate….I’m set” cackle,cackle
It’s one of the
“Biggies” today….a whole 200k’s, with 60k’s of tar. The balance is the famous Acheron Road (aka Molesworth Rd.), crossing NZ's biggest farm.
One of the prime targets of our list of 36.
Open only from Boxing Day to around Easter, the DoC (Dept of Conservation) is doing an excellent job of keeping the road accessible to the public outside those snow- and flood-prone months. And it sure is remote, it’s out in the sticks and there’s nothing along the way.
No servo, no Maccas, no mobile reception.
And the lack of vegetation sure make it a “hostile environment” in adverse conditions. I don't want to be around here when the howling wind blows the sleet horizontally...this is NZ's High Country, after all.
Blenheim in the North, Hanmer Springs in the South…..and the Hanmer end is either via Jollies Pass or Jacks Pass.
Expectations are just as high as the morning is grey and foggy again.
The comedy-duo’s been at it again since daybreak
…with everyone else chipping in. Packing up is a chore, the belly too sore from all the laughs.
We also discover that all our gear is sticky with honey (anyone wants to lick it off?)….visors, pants, jacket-fronts, bikes, boots, gloves…not just that one stung me in the cheek, but many of its mates seem to have had a suicidal go at us.
We lose much of the sticky goo on our foggy-drizzly ways into town…
Tell ya what, the local muesli packs a punch!!
You really want me to walk into that pink shop over there?
Looks like Bernard wants to save the duct-tape for more urgent things…bandaiding the skidlid vents. Things can get a bit nippy in the mornings.
“You make sure you take a pic of this, so I can show my quack at home that I’ve been a good boy!!”
And to the cooky-boy in the kitchen: “Some extra Hollandaise on my Benedicts, please”
Blenheim, Market Square
And here’s the local courier, Mr....??WOT??