Invercargill city has a good recycling
scheme. Just as well for inside our 3 giant clingfilm covered,
mattress sized cardboard boxes we smuggled in 2 x 75m rolls
of 12mm bubble wrap, one month of back issues of The Times
and seven rolls of bargain box gaffer tape. All this we
kindly donated to Marion and Russell when we transformed
their garden into what looked like an enormous garage sale.
Warmed by the early summer sun we
reassembled the bikes, helped and hindered by the kids who
squealed excitedly at the sight of their buggies reappearing
the other side of the world.
After 24 hours of unpacking,
sorting and reassembling.....
our hosts watched with interest, the scale of our venture
began to dawn on them. They knew a story when they saw one
and being well connected people picked up the phone to alert
summer sun took off on its' own holiday as we began ours.
We left Invercargill with wind, rain and a local
TV crew in our faces. As we left the 'Friendly City', people
waved, pointed, stared or honked (their car horns) in encouragement,
recognising us as the celebrity cyclists from page two of
their morning paper.
... The Family on a Bike finally get on their bikes
On the way to Stewart Island,
the starting point for our end to end tour of New Zealand,
we had our first puncture and our first accident; Kirstie
was blown away not by the view but by the wind. On a day
of firsts, we had our first argument at Bluff in a debate
over which way was South.
Stirling Point, Bluff. The end
of the road but the beginning of our journey
After celebratory coffee,
muffins and whipped cream to mark the start of our journey,
it was our turn for honking on the Foveaux ferry to Stewart
Island buffetted by the wild Southern Sea. The kids slept