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Leaky valve – change bike tube. Loose baggage rack – put in screws. Brake pads dead – use my one spare. Technical issues went through my mind today as I bumped along over the rocks in the rain.

It alternated from drizzle to heavy rain as I lay in my snuggly sleeping bag. It remained like that all day. The rain stopped as I crossed the Gouland Downs. A beautiful view over the wide expanse of swampy brown grass.

Gouland Downs

Then a short walk to the hut at the top of the track before I walked my bike down the mountain. On my bike it’s impossible to cycle over this playground of soccer ball sized rocks.
My brake pads continued to disintegrate at alarming speed as the rain continued to act as lubricant. The last 5km of track was cyclable with fewer big rocks, although I had to step off when it was even vaguely steep to spare the brakes. Tomorrow the sun is coming out, so it will be a return to normality.. 😀

I’m staying in the hut at the bottom of the mountain with an eclectic group of people. Most are going up. One guy has just cycled the whole Heaphy Track in one day. A group of 20 year olds are going to do it in one day. One has never been on a mountain bike before. A frenchman and an American are walking, as are a retired couple from New Zealand.

Gouland Downs

 

 


I was quite proud of my acrobatics yesterday, dancing over the rocks in the river as I pushed my bike through. My feet remained dry. Today the rivers were knee deep. Shoes wet – just bash on regardless.

Towards a river crossing

The day started sliding through the mud and bouncing over the rocks until a slow and steady climb started (sliding through the mud and bouncing over the rocks). I had to use my brakes a lot in the wet, wearing them down very quickly.

I had memories of East Timor in the rain. I got through a set of brake pads in an afternoon. Today my mind stayed with the brake pads – I only have one spare set.
The road stayed in a moist forest most of the time. Green moss covered everything giving it a mystical feel. Rain fell on the canopy, percolating to drips and moist air below. The climb kept me warm, but at the top, the weather closed in, and it was rug up and push on.

Mossy forest
Mossy forest
Palms abound

There was noone at Saxon Hut when I arrived. I replaced my brake pad, had dinner, and then welcomed a pair of cyclists. Experienced cyclists, they gave me lots of tips for the road ahead.