Wasn't too sure on the quality of the water I had collected at the Alfredton Domain, it had lots of green floating thingies, so was pretty glad to see the first shop just opposite the Lake.... three hours biking without drinking was probably stretching it a little, but the problem was very quickly sorted.
Great getting ten txts at once when I came into phone reception for the first time in three days. Yes, someone does remember I exist.
Called into I Site and met Liza, a vibrant and enthusiastic information person, who answered all my questions about access to the track around the peninsula, train and boat timetables, and supermarket and newspaper locations. Thank you Liza. Unfortunately I am not going to be able to do
the peninsula track as I have an appointment with the Minister of Health. I will however be taking your advice re the train rather than cycling over the Rimitaka Rd.
Not so nice was the lady in Pak n Save who was not so a little grumpy when I asked her to help with a problem on the self check out. Yes miss, I know that some of your customers are thick, but I had a genuine problem, that was not of my making, and your job is to solve it....... with just a little bit of grace and good humor.
So how to find Martinborough. Can't find any signage fromMasterton, nor Carterton, and my map says there are roads that go from there. Finally from Greytown a sign. Consequently I rode the same route south as I had ridden a month ago north. A lot more traffic than I have been used too, but somehow comforting knowing that some roads are busy.....
The road is smooth with few hills, so progress is rapid, and a car even slows down beside me to congratulate me on my great progress.... Really nice. Before long I have found my host for tonight, Graeme, am showered, clean and dry, and feeling pretty stoked with my achievement for today. Only
20km to station tomorrow, and a few kms though Wellington and my trip is done.
Thought for today: As you cycle through life with the wind blowing over your right shoulder, remember that it only takes a small kink in the road, and that same wind is blowing smack in your face.