Wellington Waterfront and Pencarrow

Last week, we went for two rides – one short and easy along the Wellington waterfront, the other a bit longer, out to Pencarrow and beyond.

On Thursday, 23 April, we went for a short, easy-peasy 10 km ride on the Wellington waterfront. In the morning, I had been to a fairly strenuous class at the gym – 52 minutes straight of “cardio” – and Thursday is one of our Scottish Country dancing nights, so I didn’t want to do anything too vigorous. But it was such a lovely calm day, that we didn’t want to waste the opportunity of going for a bike ride. As winter is starting to make itself felt, we have to make the most of the fine days when we can.

It was a ride we’ve done many times before – it has become our “standard” ride if we want to do something short, sweet and easy. So there’s nothing new to tell, but John took some nice photos that we’d like to share.

Lovely reflections in the boat harbour (photo by John)

There was a cruise ship in port, Radiance of the Sea, which must surely be the last of the season? There were also two navy ships tied up at Queen’s Wharf – one French and one New Zealand – here for the Anzac Day commemorations. The French frigate Vendemiaire had arrived from Vanuatu, where its crew had been assisting with the clean-up after cyclone Pam. The other was the HMNZS Wellington.

The cruise ship Radiance of the Sea is reflected in the windows of the Westpac Stadium (photo by John)

Two navy ships are tied up at Queen’s Wharf (photo by John)

Tracks made by the beach grooming machine contrast with the light on the water at Oriental Bay (photo by John)

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The next day was even more perfect – fine and calm – and we thought of several possibilities for the day’s ride. It was a toss-up between the Rimutaka Rail Trail, Whitemans Valley, or Pencarrow. We decided on Rimutaka, however, when we got to the Hutt Road, we noticed the clouds trying to get over the hills from the Wairarapa. We thought it might not be so nice further up the Hutt Valley, so Pencarrow would be a better option.

We parked the car in Eastbourne, and biked to Burdan’s Gate, from where there is (awkward) access to the Pencarrow road. We have ridden this track quite a few times now, and we noticed that the beaches that faced south or south-east had got a beating in the last few storms. Lots of debris on those beaches, and a lot of sand and gravel had been tossed up onto the road by the waves. A grader had pushed the sand to the edges.

Debris on the beach (photo by John)

The sand thrown up by storms has been pushed to the sides of the road (photo by John)

It seems to be getting easier each time to get to the lighthouse. When we did this ride for the first time, it seemed like a major achievement. Now we say “Let’s go a bit further”.

Pencarrow Lighthouse

The rocks by the lighthouse (photo by John)

We carried on past the lighthouse towards the lakes, but we didn’t go up into the hills. We had intended to keep going on the coast road until it became too rough, but we came to a closed gate with a sign saying “Private Property”. On previous rides, this gate had been open, and I believe that it is still OK to go beyond the gate – so long as you keep to the road and act responsibly, of course – but we decided to turn around here.

Lake Kohangatera (photo by John)

On the way back we saw the Interisland ferry heading into the harbour. Suddenly John put on a big burst of energy, and rushed ahead. For a few minutes I tried to keep up with him, then I twigged – he wanted a shot of the ferry as it came past the lighthouse! He got there in time.

The Interisland ferry Aratere steams past the Pencarrow Lighthouse (photo by John)

Water, sun and rocks (photo by John)

It was a lovely 25 km ride, with perfect weather, followed by lunch at the Chocolate Dayz Café in Days Bay.

Lunch at the Chocolate Dayz Café (photo by John)

Whitemans Valley

When we rode in the Mangaroa Valley to test the eMetro bike a couple of weeks ago, we decided the area was worth exploring further, so on Thursday we went for a great ride in Whitemans Valley, in the hills to the east of Upper Hutt.

It was a beautiful day, with a dying southerly. We parked the car at the Petone foreshore, and took the e-bikes on the train from Petone to Upper Hutt.

The dying southerly still churns up the waves at Petone

From Upper Hutt we rode up Wallaceville Road, which is reasonably steep, and from where there is a good view over Upper Hutt. From the top of the road, the terrain flattens out onto a couple of delightful valleys.

View to Maidstone from Wallaceville Road (photo by John)

Whitemans Valley from the top of Wallaceville Road (photo by John)

At the end of Wallaceville Road, the road splits – the left, across the bridge, leads to the Mangaroa Valley (which is where we went a couple of weeks ago), and the right heads into Whitemans Valley.

Mangaroa Valley to the left, Whitemans Valley to the right (photo by John)

Whitemans Valley is flat and pleasantly rural, the road is virtually straight, with the occasional wriggle, and there is hardly any traffic. I think there were only two or three cars in an hour of cycling.

The silence is almost complete. At one point, when I was waiting for John to take a photo, it was so quiet, that I could hear the soft tugging sounds of the cows cropping the grass. The only other sound was a distant rooster crowing. How blissful!

The road is almost straight … (photo by John)

… and pleasantly rural (photo by John)

A brightly clad scarecrow stands guard (photo by John)

Along the way we saw a great variety of livestock: apart from several herds of cattle – Jersey dairy cows and Angus beef cattle, from what I could figure – we saw goats, donkeys, horses, sheep, and alpacas. The pair of white goats in a paddock were probably pets, as they came towards the fence, bleating in expectation of some treat. Unfortunately there was a ditch between us and the fence, and we didn’t have anything for them anyway.

Cows are lovely, intensely curious, as they stop grazing and follow you with their big brown eyes. As for the alpacas, they too came towards us, eyed us with interest, then wandered off. They are quite delightful creatures with their upright posture, beautiful eyelashes, and dainty way of walking.

After checking us out, the alpacas daintily wandered off (photo by John)

Down the road from the alpacas, we came by a shearing shed with a corrugated iron shape of an alpaca on the wall, and further down still, we were overtaken by a car with the number plate “ALPACA”.

The alpaca shearing shed (photo by John)

Lovely Whitemans Valley Road (photo by John)

After about an hour’s cycling we arrived at the turn-off to the Short Straw Café, a short distance up Johnsons Road, where we stopped for lunch. Then we returned to the Hutt Valley by the Blue Mountains Road. We were overtaken by a few cars, so we donned our hi-viz vests, in preparation for the winding downhill road.

On Blue Mountains Road we donned our hi-viz vests (photo by John)

Three kilometres of lovely downhill into Pinehaven (photo by John)

The lovely wooded downhill road took us into Pinehaven, and eventually to Silverstream. From there we rode along the main road as far as the Stokes Valley roundabout, where we joined the Hutt River Trail, and headed back to Petone.

This had been a really lovely 44 km ride. The weather was perfect, and Whitemans Valley is quite delightful. We are bound to do this ride again, perhaps using the regular folders, rather than the e-bikes. We could tackle it from the other end, and go up Mangaroa Hill Road, which is not as steep as Wallaceville Road, to get to the Mangaroa Valley, and then into Whitemans Valley.

We think it might be a suitable ride to suggest for the Folding Goldies group.

Two rides up the Hutt River Trail

In the past week we have done two easy rides up the Hutt River Trail on our original folding bikes, not the e-bikes. It was lovely riding them again, after having used just the e-bikes for a month. They are so much lighter and more manoeuverable.

For the first ride, on Easter Sunday 5 April, we parked at Seaview and biked up the riverside trail as far as Stokes Valley, before turning around and going back. On the way up, we detoured via the Janus Bakkerij on the High Street in Lower Hutt, hoping to have lunch there, but it was closed for Easter.

We were pleasantly surprised that some parts of the track that had been gravel, are now being upgraded and sealed.

The gravel path is being upgraded, and appears ready to be sealed (photo by John)

Some parts have already been sealed (photo by John)

It was an easy 25 km ride, though the brisk southerly made the return trip a little slower. On the way home, we stopped at the model railway track at the Hikoikoi Reserve, where John caught up with a former colleague, who is keen member of the Hutt Valley Model Engineering Society and enjoys driving the train for the kids.

David drives the model train at the Hikoikoi Reserve (photo by John)

Finally, while eating an ice cream on the Petone Esplanade, we were surrounded by solicitous seagulls, though by the time John took the photo below, they had given up hope and settled down to face into the onshore southerly.

Seagulls looking out to sea (photo by John)

                                           
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For the second ride, on Saturday 11 April, we went up the western side of the Hutt River. We parked by the Ewen Bridge, and biked north, on the sealed path on top of the stopbank.

Seagulls congregate below the Ewen Bridge (photo by John)

Heading north on the top of the stopbank (photo by John)

As we were going under the bridge at Avalon, I remembered that the last time we rode here, the trail became a dirt track across the grass in the Belmont Domain. As we’d had a lot of rain in previous days, I thought it might be a muddy mess. But again, we were pleased to see that, here too, the council had been hard at work. There was now a nice, wide, smooth gravel track through the domain.

The new track through the Belmont Domain (photo by John)

All the way up, until Manor Park, the track was in better condition than when we last rode there (which must be over a year ago), but it has still not been drawn through the Manor Park Golf Club. There is still a sign there to the effect that you have to divert for 2.5 km onto SH2 before you can rejoin the track. So we turned around.

We crossed the bridge at Avalon, and detoured to the Janus Bakkerij for lunch (it was open this time!), then carried on along the eastern side of the river, and crossed back to our car over the Ewen Bridge.

A pretty, wooded area by the track (photo by John)

But instead of going home, we rode a bit further, towards Petone. Here too, the path had been improved. Where previously the track had been virtually non-existent along the edge of the sports field, there is now a well defined gravel track.

A nice new track along the sports field (photo by John)

An interesting path “dribbles” down from the railway bridge to the sports field (photo by John)

We did 23 km on this ride. It was sunny, but “crisp”. Winter has arrived, it seems.

Testing an interesting electric bike

Soon after we bought our electric SmartMotion bikes, John did a detailed, technical write-up about them on his website. He sent the link to Daryl Neal, the owner of Wellington Electric Bikes in Upper Hutt, where we had bought them. Daryl liked the write-up, and asked John if he would be interested in testing another electric bike. John said yes, and so, on Tuesday 31 March, we headed to Upper Hutt to take another model in the SmartMotion range out for a test ride.

Daryl introduced the bike to be tested – the SmartMotion eMetro electric bike. It is a “comfort bike”. Regular size, not a folder, with a nice low step through, a comfortable sprung saddle, and a curved handlebar. It has just three gears, and three levels of electric assist. The motor is in the hub of the front wheel and the battery is at the back, under the carrier. That’s as far as my technical details will go.

The SmartMotion eMetro Electric Bike (photo by John)

John had worked out a 17 km ride from Upper Hutt, up Wallaceville Road, along some of the Mangaroa Valley, and looping back to Upper Hutt.

We set off along the flat first. John, on the test bike, beetled off, while I followed on my own e-bike. John was testing the e-assist levels, and what speeds they would go up to. The eMetro does not have a speedometer, so at intervals, I had to call out the speeds that we were travelling at. The eMetro’s three assist levels seem to have more oomph (nice technical word!) than our bikes. I had trouble keeping up with John.

When we went up the fairly steep Wallaceville Road, I had to use quite a high level of assist (4) to keep up with him (but that might just be me, not the bike). Once we got to a level place in the Mangaroa Valley, John stopped to take photos of the eMetro. Dozens of photos, every detail, from every angle. He’s a very thorough scientific man, is John.

John took photos of every detail of the eMetro

Riding through the Mangaroa Valley was rather pleasant. We will come back to bike here some other time, and do a longer loop. It’s a quiet country road, gently undulating. We stopped for John to take more photos, and meanwhile, I talked to a big Clydesdale, with hooves the size of buckets, which was observing the antics of these humans.

A gently undulating road (photo by John)

This large Clydesdale had our initials, JD, branded on his flank! (photo by John)

After John had tried out every combination of gears and assist levels, and taken more photos, he suggested I might like to ride it, and tell him what I thought.

It was very nice to ride, easy to step though, very responsive, and the gears were easy to shift. What I liked best was the shape of the handlebar. With the handles curving towards you, it is more comfortable to hold, I felt. Because I have painful thumb joints, I found the handlebar easier to grip at that angle than on the straight handlebar, where I have to hold my thumbs on the top, rather than around the bar.

I also like the fact that the height of the handlebar can be adjusted so that you can sit a bit more upright. In fact it is rather like a Dutch sit-up-and-beg style of bike, with regard to the height and the shape of the handlebar.

After about an hour we returned the eMetro to Daryl, and went home for John to do his write-up. The next day, John went back to Upper Hutt with his tape measure, calipers, iPhone (to measure angles – yes, there's an app for that!) and camera, to have another look at the bike, and to take measurements and more photos. As you can see, his write-up is very thorough.

John enjoyed testing this bike and doing the write-up, which, he stresses, he did purely for interest's sake. 
 

Bicycle Origami Ride

Only a few days after we returned from our big bike trip to the Nelson region, on Sunday 22 March, we took part in an organised ride for folding bikes, or, as the publicity described it, “A convivial ride for ‘Bicycle Origami’ practitioners”.

The ride was organised by Simon Kennett (one of the Kennett Brothers, authors of many books on cycling), who works for the Greater Wellington Regional Council as a consultant to improve conditions for cyclists in Wellington, and Patrick Morgan, spokesman for the Wellington Cycling Advocates Network.

The plan was for people to meet at the Wellington railway station and to take the train to Pukerua Bay, and to bike from there through Pauatahanui and Whitby back to Tawa. We had done this ride before, and we had signalled our intention to take part before we went away down south.

When the appointed day arrived, it was wet and dreary, and not a particularly nice day for a long bike ride. Still, we had committed to it, so we went. We joined the train at the Takapu Road station in Tawa. We were surprised that there were 12 other cyclists and bikes on board. As we got on, the guard told us to fold our bikes, as officially, there is room for only three regular bikes in each carriage. Fortunately, it being a Sunday and with few other passengers, he was not too fussy.

A train carriage full of cyclists and folding bikes (photo by John)

On arrival at Pukerua Bay, it was interesting to see what other types of folding bikes were there – a couple of Bromptons, some Dahons, some Terns, and some (I think) Kiwi Stow bikes, and then of course our electric SmartMotion bikes.

Before we set off, Simon welcomed everyone, and mentioned that this might be the last annual folding bike ride event, as ­– he said – folding bikes were becoming much more common now. Then Patrick gave us a short spiel about safety, and making sure nobody was left behind.

Many different folding bikes on the Pukerua Bay platform (photo by John)

From Pukerua we biked down the hill, past Plimmerton and onto the Camborne Walkway and on towards Pauatahanui, where we stopped at the Ground-Up Café for lunch.

A string of cyclists along the Camborne Walkway (photo by John)

A brief stop at Motukaraka Point (photo by John)

Then, rested and stomachs satisfied, we continued on to Whitby, with its very nice cycle/walkways, and onto the Bothamley Pathway. This is a lovely track through a forest, alongside a stream. Most of the other people had not been here before.

Patrick and Simon, riding Dahons, in Bothamley Park (photo by John)

Riding on the grassy part of the Bothamley Pathway
(photo borrowed from the Greater Wellington Regional Council’s Facebook post)

Waiting for the last people to catch up at the end of the Bothamley Pathway (photo by John)

When we got to Porirua Station, the weather deteriorated again. The rain had all but ceased when we stopped for lunch, but now it really started to set in again. The plan had been to bike to Tawa, and for the rest of them to take the train back to Wellington from there. However, with the rain, they decided to get the train from Porirua.

John and I however – mugs that we are – stupidly decided that it “wasn’t that far” (in fact it's 7 km!) to get back to Takapu Road, where our car was parked, and we were going to make a run for it. Well, we hadn’t gone 500 metres down the road, when the rain came sheeting down, and we were saturated within seconds!

Too late to change our minds now, so we cranked the e-assist up to the max, and we beetled down the road back to the car in the driving rain! Nuts!

But it had been fun to meet some other Wellington cyclists, and we thanked our lucky stars that we didn’t get that kind of weather while we were on our Nelson trip.

eBike Trip to the Nelson Region – Part 2

From 11 to 18 March, John and I made an “epic” road trip to the Nelson Region, without the car. Taking our electric bikes on the ferry, and cycling from Picton to Nelson was quite a feat – we think. Days 1-3 are described in my previous blog post here.

Day 4 – Mapua to Motueka

Saturday 14 March. As we left our accommodation on Saturday morning, our hosts suggested we could keep the key to our garden room, since we were booked to come back on Monday, and they had no-one else staying in the interim. That way we would be able to let ourselves in, if we arrived back in Mapua before they got home from work. A kind and trusting offer.

From Mapua, we followed the Old Mill Walkway next to a back country road, at the end of which we arrived at a track beside a beautiful beach, leading to Ruby Bay.

The Old Mill Walkway (photo by John)

The beach between Mapua and Ruby Bay (photo by John)

At Ruby Bay the signposts for the Great Taste Trail pointed us uphill on Pine Hill Road. Thinking that this was the road to Tasman View Heights, we were pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t as steep or as rough as we had read about. It took us on a steepish track with a good surface, and then on a narrow road, intriguingly called Marriages Road. My nostrils detected a sweet fragrance, rather like honey, presumably from flowery shrubs along the side of the road. I later spotted some beehives in a paddock.

The view from Marriages Road (photo by John)

Having come down from this hill, we followed the roadside cycle track, until we arrived at the Jester House. This is an award-winning café, and since it was morning tea time, we had to stop, of course. It is a charming café with a gorgeous garden full of whimsical features – a giant chess set, a large concrete tiger, a manuka copse with quirky wooden constructions for kids to play on, and even tame eels, that come to the water’s edge in the hope of getting fed.

The entrance to Jester House Café (photo by John)

Jester House Café (photo by John)

The “elephant” in the manuka copse

After coffee and muffins, and a little while browsing the delights of the garden, we pushed on, and came across a weaving-cum-woodwork studio, JointWorks Studio. Of course, as an ex-weaver, I had to check it out. We had a great chat with Tony, the woodworker, who told us that Jane, the weaver, was away at a Professional Weavers Weekend in Nelson. I once belonged to the Professional Weavers Network, and Tony mentioned several people whom I knew well, who would be there. It would have been nice to catch up with some of them, if I had known they were in Nelson at the same time as us.

We talked about looms – Jane has several quite sophisticated looms. One recent arrival was the loom that had belonged to her mother, Anne Field (now deceased), which had finally been able to be rescued out of the earthquake-damaged Christchurch Arts Centre. It was in a dreadful state, covered in quake debris and four years’ of dust and grime, and Tony has been restoring it. While Tony and John discussed technical details (John is quite knowledgeable about looms – he built me several), I wandered around admiring some of the exquisite woven pieces, and very lovely woodwork on display.

Talking about looms (photo by John)

John and Tony outside the JointWorks Studio

The Great Taste Trail then pointed us up Harley Road. This was the over-the-hills-rather-than-the-main-road route that we had read about. It took us up a steep, but well-sealed track, before abandoning us on a very rough, up and down, poorly maintained, gravel road. In some places the road was so steep, that a separate cycle track had been built which took a slightly wider and less steep curve.

Along here, my right pedal started to misbehave. It kept wanting to flip over – a very odd sensation – and making me lose my footing. At first I thought it was just me, but on inspection it turned out there was definitely something wrong with it. However, it wasn’t something John could fix by the roadside. It would have to wait till we got to Motueka, where we hoped to be able to find a bike shop.

John tries to figure out the problem with my pedal

The above photo shows the horrible road ahead. It took us nearly an hour to ride around this “detour”. We decided there and then, that when we came back, we would not take this route, but stay on SH60.

It was all made up for, however, when we arrived at the Riverside Community where there was a charming café, set in a beautiful garden.

Riding into the Riverside Community (photo by John)

While waiting for our lunch, we explored the surroundings. There was an impressive cactus garden, a tiny stream through a rockery, and down a path beyond a hedge, a small gallery featuring amazing sculptures and chandeliers made of intricately cut-out steel or copper. The artist was Ché Vincent,  who is also the owner of the café and designer of the garden.

The cactus garden

The Riverside Café (photo by John)

One of Ché Vincent’s works (photo by John)

Lunch was delicious, with beautiful homegrown vegetables, cooked and presented perfectly, and charmingly topped with a little flower.

Reluctantly, we got back onto our bikes, and rode the fairly boring remaining distance to Motueka. Rather than find our accommodation, John was anxious to find a bike shop, so that we could get a new set of pedals for my bike. Motueka is a lo-o-ong, stretched-out sort of town. It seemed to take ages to get from the outskirts into the town centre. We rode all down the town’s main shopping drag, and back, but couldn’t find any bikeshops. Eventually, we asked some young boys, who told us where to go. We had gone past it, but hadn’t noticed it.

Pedals sorted, we headed back out of town to the Fernwood Holiday Park. Through a miscommunication with the office lady, we ended up in a motel unit rather than a studio. But when this was discovered, the people who should have had the motel unit, didn’t want to bother swapping, so we were the lucky ones.

One of the bonuses of this was that we had our own sunny clothesline, so I made good use of the communal washing machine. John, meanwhile, unloaded the bikes’ batteries and put them on charge.

Later in the afternoon, we went for a bike ride – no, really? – but without the batteries, since they were being charged. The plan was to go find the Marina Café, near the Yacht Club, where we hoped to go for dinner, but that did not eventuate. We rode about 15 or 20 km (we couldn’t tell how far we’d gone, because there was no power to the odometer) on a very nice track around the Moutere Inlet at first, and then on Motueka Quay along the foreshore, ending up at the Raumanuka Scenic Reserve, at the top of the Motueka Sandspit.

The track around the Moutere Inlet

On the way we saw lots of birdlife around the inlet – herons and oyster catchers – and the wreck of the Janie Seddon on the foreshore.

A heron by the Moutere Inlet track (photo by John)

The wreck of the Janie Seddon (photo by John)

The Janie Seddon, built in 1901, was bought as a fishing trawler by local firm Talley’s Fisheries in 1947. However, she was not a success, and was sold for scrap, but the steel was too hard to cut up. So the company towed her to the Motueka foreshore and beached her there in 1955.

Recently there was a suggestion that the wreck should be removed, but it caused an uproar in the community, which reckoned that "the Janie Seddon is an absolute icon, a symbol of the history of Motueka and one that ought to remain exactly where it is”.

The track and views along the foreshore are beautiful, with the sea and the sandspit on one side, and wonderful mature trees on the other.

The Motueka Sandspit (photo by John)

A stunning mature gum tree (photo by John)

After the Raumanuka Reserve, the track became a bit too dodgy for us, so we turned back the way we had come. The light on the inlet made for rather a nice photo of the boardwalk.

The boardwalk at the Inlet, in the late afternoon light (photo by John)

By the time we got back to Motueka, the Marina Café, which we had originally set out to find, was closed. We didn’t feel like biking all the way back into the town centre for dinner, but we found a fish ‘n chips shop in a side street closer to our accommodation. They kindly wrapped our order in extra layers of paper, to keep it warm on the back of the bike, while we pedalled home.

The extra paper (still nice and clean) came in handy to stand our bikes on in the lounge of our unit, as we didn’t want to leave them outside overnight.

We kept our bikes inside overnight (photo by John)

Day 5 – Motueka to Kaiteriteri and back

Sunday 15 March. This was a day we rode without our bags, as we were staying at the same place for another night. Which was probably a good thing, as it turned out.

We were going to ride to Kaiteriteri and back. We started by going across the road to Toad Hall for breakfast. It’s a store and café, specialising in fresh organic foods. The previous afternoon, we had come here with the intention of buying a few breakfast things to have in our motel unit, but then decided we’d come here for a “proper” brekkie instead. And very nice it was too.

Breakfast at Toad Hall (photo by John)

The road to Kaiteriteri took us along Motueka Quay, where we had biked the day before. We were happily pedalling along, when we needed to make room for some pedestrians and we also had to turn off the track onto the road to head towards Kaiteriteri, and then … disaster struck!

I did not see that the transition between track and road was rather higher than I thought – it was in the shade, and I was wearing sunglasses – I lost control and went flying! I made a rather intimate acquaintance of the road surface, leaving behind a fair bit of skin! John, hot on my heels, made a similar dive, but recovered himself more quickly. The pedestrians came rushing to my aid, as I couldn’t lift the bike off me. As I picked myself up, I inspected the damage – mainly grazes to my right shin, and somewhat worse wounds on my knee and elbow, which had taken the impact. Luckily we had a first-aid kit with us, so we cleaned up and continued on our journey. Much later, I discovered multiple bruises on both my legs, and a rather large one my hip, where the weight of the saddle and the battery had landed (luckily, no bag!). The worst damage was to my camera, which had been in a pocket on my right trouser leg.

Luckily we had a first-aid kit with us (photo by John)

So on we pedalled. After the bridge across the Motueka River, with its brand new clip-on bike path, we took a wrong turning to the right and ended up at a pretty estuary settlement. The jetties – presumably so high for when the tide is in – looked rather attractive (though rickety!), and reminded us of the remains of the old wharf in Collingwood (don’t know if they’re still there now).

The new clip-on bike path on the Motueka River Bridge (photo by John)

Jetties at the mouth of the Motueka River (photo by John)

Close to Kaiteriteri, we had the choice of staying on the road, or taking the “easy” bottom track of the Kaiteriteri Mountain Bike Park. While chatting with our host in Mapua, he had said that it was a very nice track and it was quite easy to ride. But after my fall, I was not keen to challenge myself, so we stayed on the road, which afforded some nice views over the coast.

Approaching Kaiteriteri (photo by John)

Finally, there it was, New Zealand’s most beautiful beach! It really is magnificent! Now if this had been any decent beach in Europe on a sunny weekend, it would have been packed shoulder-to-shoulder with bodies. Not here! Vast expanses of golden sand, and only a few handfuls of people playing or swimming. We are sooo lucky in this country!

The most beautiful beach in NZ! (photo by John)

Miles of golden sand and only a few people on the beach … (photo by John)

Having said that, I am not really a beach-goer or swimmer, and today there were two reasons for me not to go onto the beach. For one thing, I did not want to get any sand into my fresh grazes; and also, we couldn’t just leave the bikes – we don’t want them stolen or damaged – one of us had to stay by them. So I stayed with the bikes, and John went onto the beach to take photos.

It was hot in the sun, so we went to the café for some iced coffees. A couple who watched us park our bikes invited us to share their table. They were very interested in the bikes. The most frequent question we get about the e-bikes is “do they charge up as you pedal?”. The answer, of course, is “No”. And we always have to tell people that the bike doesn’t do it all for you, you still have to pedal, or the electric assist cuts out.

John and Wayne got into a technical discussion – they had come to Kaiteriteri on their Harley (motorbike). Now, that’s the way to grow old disgracefully! No, not really, these people were very nice and gracious. They even invited us to come and stay with them when we went back to Nelson. But since we’d already booked our accommodation there, we couldn’t take them up on their kind offer.

Comparing our respective modes of transport with Harley “bikies” Wayne and Jenny (photo by John)

Having cooled off with our iced coffees, we went off to further explore Kaiteriteri. We rode up the hill, but didn’t get very far as the road was narrow, and cars were trying to get past, so we turned around. Then, as John suddenly slowed down in front of me and I had to stop in a hurry, I had another fall and landed on my already damaged elbow. I ended up feeling quite shaky and grumpy, and stood by the bikes and “seethed” (our expression for hanging about and waiting while the other does something), while John went down a steep path to the beautiful beach cove below.

We could have had the whole beach to ourselves … (photo by John)

Feeling tired, shaky and grumpy, I just wanted to rest for a while, so we found a spot in the park, in the shade of a tree, where I lay on the grass for about twenty minutes. John went off to the shop and got us some nice cold lemonade, which was just what I needed!

Feeling a bit restored after this, we set off on the return ride to Motueka. This time, John persuaded me to give the “easy” mountain bike track a go. Stupidly, I agreed. Big mistake. It scared the bejeezus out of me. It was narrow, bumpy, up and down, full of hairpin bends, and I hated it! I found the bike quite hard to manoeuvre around tight corners, and having had two tumbles already, I was quite worried about coming another cropper.

Heading for a hairpin bend on the far right (photo by John)

Ah, the end of the mountain bike track – thank god for that! (photo by John)

The way back to Motueka was uneventful, and we finished the afternoon with coffee and cake (it was too late for lunch – the kitchen was closed, harrumph!) at the “Up the Garden Path Café”.

I didn’t have the energy to ride into Motueka for dinner in the evening, so we made do with what we had – bananas, dried apricots and chippies!

Awww …(photo by John)

Day 6 – Motueka to Mapua

Monday 16 March. After coffee and a freshly baked scone at Toad Hall, we set off to return to Mapua. We used the coast road, SH60, this time, rather than the Tasman Heights detour. The weather had darkened, thanks to cyclone Pam, which had been causing havoc in Vanuatu, and whose tail end was having an effect on NZ. It made for a stunning contrast between sky and mudflats.

The mudflats along SH60 in the morning light (photo by John)

Messages in stones on the mudflats (photo by John)

We had another “breakfast” at the Jester House, and John was amused by the implements decorating the wall in the Gents.

Wall decorations in the Gents – ouch … (photo by John)
Click to enlarge if you can't read the labels

We diverted off the main road to ride into the Ruby Bay camping ground, where John had stayed on his “roadie” 20 years ago. It is an extensive camp, and there were all sort of different tents and campervans there. One was even a combination of the two, with a tent on a platform on the roof of an RV.

The beach at Ruby Bay

Time we had a photo of John for a change – at Ruby Bay

Surfers at Ruby Bay (photo by John)

Access to the beach near Mapua (photo by John)

Back at Mapua in the early afternoon, we settled in at our accommodation, and spent the rest of the afternoon reading and snoozing. At dinner time we went back to The Appleshed for another delicious meal. During dinner we watched the light change over the estuary, as the rain came closer and closer. It actually rained for a short time, but it had all but stopped by the time we walked back to our accommodation.

Clouds and threatening rain over the estuary (photo by John)

And here comes the rain … (photo by John)

Day 7 – Mapua to Nelson

Tuesday 17 March. To get on our way back to Nelson, we had to go across on the ferry to Rabbit Island again. While waiting for the ferry, we had coffee and muffins at the Jellyfish Café on the Mapua Wharf, and then walked around, taking photos. It is such a pretty place.

A still moody sky in the west …

… but trying to clear in the east (photo by John)

We were the only ferry passengers, and the skipper gave us a very brief tiki tour up river before taking us across to Rabbit Island.

The ferry went up river for a short distance before crossing to Rabbit Island (photo by John)

On a Tuesday morning, there was not a soul around on Rabbit Island. We took a look at the beach along the northern edge of the island. It is reputed to be eight kilometres long.

The beach at Rabbit Island (photo by John)

We went through a stand of huge gum trees (photo by John)

Back on the boardwalk track to Richmond, a particle board factory’s plume of steam is lit up
by a shaft of sunlight (photo by John)

Beautifying the foreshore (photo by John)

Coming into Nelson, we did not use the same route as we had when we left. Instead we followed the cycle track along the foreshore, and then on the road, until we arrived at the WOW Museum, or to give it its full name – The World of WearableArt & Classic Cars Museum. As it was still only midday, we decided on a visit. Wow! What a fantastic museum this is!

As the name suggests, there are two main exhibitions – classic cars, and garments from the World of WearableArt show. We decided to look at the classic cars first, then have lunch in the museum’s café before going to see the WOW exhibition.

There are two huge showrooms crammed with the most amazing, beautifully restored cars, covering a hundred years of “automotive history, design and craftsmanship”. I loved the opulence, solidity and over-the-top decorative touches of many of the cars. We both had a ball, taking photos of the bits that tickled our fancy.

Who wouldn’t love the tail fins on this hot pink Cadillac Coupe de Ville 1959?

Love this “Sam the Eagle” bonnet decoration on a Packard …

… and this fellow on a 1928 Stearns Knight Series 80 Tourer.

And these are John’s favourites

This Cord Westchester Sedan 1937 seems to have come straight out of “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” (photo by John)

A Pierce Arrow Sedan 1936 – the name says it all ...  (photo by John)

Another Packard with a bird on its bonnet

John liked the way the spare wheel and mirror are attached (photo by John)

After a good hour of looking at cars, we went off in search of lunch, and then we had another hour in the Wearable Arts section. The garments are amazing in their variety, colours, materials, imagination, and weirdness. And the way they are displayed is stunning – as well as static models, there is also a series of garments displayed on mannequins attached to what seems to be an adapted freezing works chain. They file past in a continuous loop, and as they are backed by a mirror wall, you can see both sides.

This garment is titled “The Theomorphic King” (photo by John)

This is the King’s sleeve

Static and moving displays (photo by John)

Garments lit up by ultraviolet light glow in the dark (photo by John)

Garments that don't look like garments at all under UV lighting (photo by John)

In a separate room, a video of the 2014 show highlights was being shown. I stayed to watch all of it – about 20 minutes worth. It really is the most amazing show. I have seen it in Wellington two (or is it three?) times. And after seeing this exhibit, I am determined to go and see it again this year.

Before making our way to our accommodation, we stopped at the InterCity bus depot, to check where our bus to Picton would be leaving from the next morning.

Back at Lynton Lodge we had an upstairs unit with a balcony that overlooked the Bowling Club, next door. We were amused to watch the noisy activities of a large group of people, decked out in green, celebrating St Patrick’s Day with a game of bowls … played on the diagonal!

St Patrick’s Day bowls (photo by John)

In the evening, we had dinner at Jenny (cousin) and Jim's place, enjoying good conversation and Jenny's beautiful cooking. We got back to Lynton Lodge too late to let the host know that we would want to get our bikes out of his garage rather early the next day. We hoped that he would be up when we needed him.

Day 8 – Nelson to Picton and Wellington

Wednesday 18 March. We had to report to the bus depot by 7:45 am, so we had to divert our host from his breakfast at 7:15 so that we could get our bikes out of his garage. At the bus depot, we folded the bikes up, packed them away in the large bags that had come with our Giant bikes, and that conveniently fitted the e-bikes as well, and they went on the bus as luggage.

The bus journey to Picton was comfortable – we got to sit in the front seats, right behind the bus driver, so we could see the road ahead. Seeing the road from this high vantage point, I was amazed that we had actually biked all that way over the Rai and Wangamoa Saddles. As the bus was going faster than the bikes, the winding nature of the road was more obvious than when we were plodding up it. It was probably a good thing that I had not seen it before we biked there, as I might never have agreed to do it.

Lunch at Cortado in Picton (photo by John)

We had lunch in Picton, and then went to report to the Bluebridge ferry. Just as we got there, I received a text message that that the sailing had been delayed by two hours and that the new reporting time would be at 3 pm.

It appeared that the ferry leaving Wellington that morning, had been delayed by rough seas, and had not yet arrived. The big swells in Cook Strait had been caused by the tail end of Cyclone Pam.

Strangely enough, however, the weather in Picton was lovely – calm and sunny. So we biked a few kilometres to Waikawa Bay, where we found a sheltered spot near the marina, and sat reading for a while.

Waikawa Bay (photo by John)

John took himself off for another bit of a ride around the marina carpark, as he had just 999 km on his odometer, and he wanted to make it to 1,000 km.

John clocked up one thousand kilometres since November! (photo by John)

All of a sudden the wind got up, and the water started to get choppy, so we went back to Picton. I needed to find a pharmacy to buy some sea sickness tablets. I am a very poor sailor, and I did not fancy being crook on the crossing. Last year, on our way back from our Otago Rail Trail holiday, I had the unpleasant experience of having to stand out on deck in the wind and drizzle and cold for over two hours just to be out in the fresh air, because the slight choppiness on Cook Strait was making me feel queasy. This time the rough seas and big swells would be much worse!

We reported to the ferry at 3 pm as instructed, but it was nearly 5 pm before we were able to board. We found ourselves a comfortable place and didn’t budge till we arrived in Wellington, more than four hours later (normally the trip is three hours and twenty minutes). As soon as we left the shelter of the Sounds, the ferry started to rock and heave. Was I glad I had taken a “Sea Legs” tablet and was able to snooze much of the way! John tells me that a man across the way from where we were sitting spent the entire journey being copiously sick – poor chap! Fortunately I was blissfully unaware of that, and had no trouble with sea sickness.

Late night arrival in Wellington (photo by John)

The final photo of the trip – waiting at Wellington Railway Station for our train back to Johnsonville (photo by John)

Post Script

We biked a total of 340 km over the eight days we were away. A lot more than we thought we would. It was a great holiday, and we are quite proud of ourselves for having achieved this, albeit with electric bikes. We would never have done it on regular bikes.

Again, we were very lucky with the weather, because during the week leading up to our departure, the long-term forecasts had not been very encouraging. But we had fine, warm weather most of the way. The only rain we had was for about half an hour in Mapua. We thankfully never needed to use the wet and cold weather clothing we had taken along.

Would I do this again? No, probably not – not the exact same trip anyway. But I am game to tackle some other challenge, some time. John has already started asking where I would like to go next. But for now, I’d just like to stay home for a bit …