Apologies, this is a long post – it was a long day!
My day started with a great coffee and a breakfast burger that was absolutely what I needed to get moving. Yes, it was from Our Dog Friday downstairs.
Do you want to see an absolutely cringeworthy clip of me acting like some sort of Instagram influencer wannabe? š¤¦āāļø
The coffee is fantastic, the food is delicious and… letās just leave it at that.
Once breakfast was done (I ate it standing in my room whilst shoving clothes and gear into the side panniers), I checked out, then took one last look around.
Did you notice how I said āthermalsā in that clip? I Just had a single long sleeved thermal top on.
I had all the liners in my riding gear as well, but itās just not the same.
I stopped briefly at a lookout near Lake Pukaki, which was just another blue lake, as I predicted š


To Aoraki or not to Aoraki
Long story short, I Aorakiād and Iām extremely glad that I did.
The ride in was wet and windy, but the end result was a prize I couldnāt possibly have imagined in my wildest dreams.
My reaction after riding past the turnoff was actually far more dramatic. āYouāre in NZ. Youāve hired a bike for the ride, not the destination. Youāre seriously going to skip this opportunity? Turn around and go up that road, son!ā
I spent an hour and a half up there, at least.
It started with a coffee at the beautiful little cafe that was made up to look like a chalet. There was a signed letter to the establishment from sir Edmund Hillary. Itās sitting over the fireplace in this next photo:

I took photos of rocks and grass and of yet more mountains.


After my coffee, I took a quite ride to the Hooker Valley hiking area.
I didnāt go far in my full riding gear, but I felt as though I was walking in the Scottish highlands.
I found a spot slightly off the gravel walking track, sat down in the grass and stared in awe at the sheer majesty of the scene. The rain came and went in a moment, as so often seems to be the way here.
And… thatās it.
Well, itās not. Not in real time and not by a long shot.
I stopped for a bagel and a hot chocolate in Twizel (again, tWHYzel, not Twizzel or Tweezel)…

Sorry, itās a terrible photo. It was taken for a message to family š¤·āāļø
By this stage I was cold and concerned that I wouldnāt make it to Dunedin in time to check in by 8pm. I was right about that.
Lindis Pass
Utterly determined to witness the majesty that is Lindis Pass, I rushed (at the speed limit, mind) to Omarama, fuelled up again and headed for the pass.
Unfortunately, the pass was completely fogged up and I couldnāt see much at all.
Fortunately, what I could see was still utterly stunning.
I donāt have any pics or footage from my phone, because at no point along the trip from Omarama to Dunedin did I feel like stopping.
I should have amazing 4K footage on the Sony action cam that Iāll process once Iām able to.
Time pressure
I pulled over by the side of the road in Tarras, some 3 hours away yet, from Dunedin. I called the office of the accommodation I had booked earlier in the day, to let them know Iād be running much later than stated. It was already past 5pm.
I ended up calling a few times after that, with updates.
In the end, they kindly agreed to leave the key under the front doormat as the office was closing at 8pm.
I stopped once again for fuel which is when I put on the second layer.
When I got off the bike, I was shivering like mad. I filled Ruby, then pulled into a parking spot to throw on the spare thermal top. It was a tiny improvement, but enough to stop the shivering.
It took me 50 more minutes to roll into Dunedin and then find the accommodation. Once again, I was shivering uncontrollably when I stopped.
I felt utterly brutalised by the end of the day, which is what caused me to post version 1 of this dayās events. Still, Iām glad I took the time to revise, because I wouldnāt trade any moment of the day for anything.
It was Ruby and I against the the world as the rain, fog and cold closed in… and we loved it.
hmm as a weather man, don’t give up your day job. LOL.
Hope you are having a great time.
The Met Service must have a stressful job, keeping up with these sudden and frequent changes!
The views š