It’s the Same, but Different
Since we’ve been in New Zealand, we’ve been fortunate to have a lot of honest chats with US ex-pats. It sounds bizarre that seeking out another outsider would help us understand where we are; but…
Murchison to Christchurch, via Greymouth and a Big Detour-Causing Mechanical
After a restful day in Murchison (and much contemplation about tourism in NZ), we headed off down the road again. We had consulted with a number of bikey people on which route to take to…
Nelson to Murchison: Entering Sandfly Territory
Of all the towns we’ve visited in NZ so far, Nelson (and surrounding communities) definitely stood out for us. And not just because we finally got some real summer weather there. Nelson is smack in…
Wellington – Nelson: Heading for NZ’s South Island
Our stay in Wellington was intended to be a low-key exploration of the capital city and a chance to talk with some of the folks behind the scenes of the NZ Cycle Trails program. While…
Road Rage Update
There are two words that I would use to describe the past two days… Surreal and Grateful. No doubt, most readers have heard about our recent road rage incident in Wellington, NZ, in which Russ…
Turangi to New Plymouth: Bicycling the Forgotten World Highway
Over the past few weeks, one of the things we heard again and again was that we should make time to ride the Forgotten World Highway Cycle Route. Spanning 180km between Taumarunui and New Plymouth,…
Whitianga to Turangi: Beautiful Scenery, Stiff Legs & Confusing Pronunciations
After being completely drenched by rain the day before, we were happy to wake up to dry conditions in Whitianga, even though it was still awfully grey. We spent some time exploring town before pushing…
The Path Less Pedaled Goes International!
Where can you find sheep, glaciers, meat pies, and a government that’s actively trying to entice bike travelers? The same place that you’ll find us in a few days… New Zealand! That’s right, on Sunday,…
This Winding Road
Things did not go as planned this year. Our lofty, yet attainable, goals just seemed to slip through our fingers. And, while I’ve long felt that I should just make peace with the way things…
What About My Bike? (or, The Indignity of Taking a Bicycle Aboard a Bus)
On our recent bus trip to Bend, we learned that we were supposed to have the Bromptons packed in some sort of box or bag. It’s a halfway reasonable request, but one which we knew…
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