Escape from Auckland
Problems of connectivity and non-existent phone signals are making the blogging part of this trip a complete new adventure for me. Unlike on previous trips, I am staying on often remote campsites where computers are a bit of an alien concept. So now, I am in Rotorua, more or less in the centre-east of North Island, and I am taking advantage of an Information Office machine. So time is limited!
After an amazing 24 hours in the company of the Flynn family in Auckland, where I indulged in my first full-blown meal of the trip (a BBQ with all the trimmings), Matthew dropped me off at the ferry terminal to catch the ferry to Coromandel. Now before you say: “That’s cheating”, let me explain that this escape from the city actually adds more miles to my journey, but it helps me avoid the nasty traffic flow out of the city towards the south. Everybody I have met said it was the most intelligent decision of my trip……….and now having completed the journey down the Coromandel Peninsula, I would agree with them entirely.
The only downside was the flow of traffic along the peninsula. It happened to be the last day of the holiday period, so everyone (along with their trailers, boats, caravans…..etc) were heading off home……..only to begin work again on the Tuesday. There were some sad faces to behold!
Now let me address the issue of “blagging”. You all know I like to travel super-light. That means not always carrying every spare that could be needed. “Blagging” is the answer. My little Cateye computer gave up the ghost, so I bought a new one, the shop owner kindly agreed to fit it for nothing, and while he was doing that, he let me clean and service the bike, and use his lubricants to do so. Nice bit of blagging that.
A few miles down the road, I noticed some movement in my headset……so I stopped by a motor mechanics place and asked the loan of one of his biggest adjustable spanners, and tightened the headset in seconds. The spanner weighed all of 3 kilos at least, so I was never going to carry one myself. So the message is: if you are an aspiring ultra-light tourist, develop the art of blagging what you need and want. It usually works.
(No photos this time: the leads and card reader are somewhere at the bottom of the saddlebag!). See you up the road.