The wide, flat valley floor makes for a quick run towards the gorge of the Ashley River, the
sort of exit-way back into the Canterbury Plains.
No idea what they were spraying... probably that spiky gorse stuff, I guess.
Some neat, tight, close-to-ground flying there
Let's twist agaiiiin...
And just when you thought you were by your self, sweet lonesome....
Also makes you barf into the helmet at the thought of a lamb-shank-dinner tonight... the bloody stench is brutal.
Just above the main, sealed road and there's the checkerboard of the plains.
BigKev is leaving us here, a bit of a bummer.... but he'll be joining again for another couple of days soon. We've grown used to him real quick! :scull:
With not much further to go and shadows growing long again, the incredible colour and quick flow of the Waimakariri are a calling for some mucking around on the riverbanks, getting some glam-shots of the bikes and just generally enjoy something that just doesn't exist in Oz.
The short stretch into Springfield on the footsteps of the Arthur's Pass is a breeze, the first door knocked on yields a couple of neat cabins/rooms and the bike-hire "field-mechanic" shows up on time to look after Eivind's troublesome XT ignition lock, that more often than not refuses to budge when the key is turned.
The first lots of washing get done, Faz starts a fire in the little Potbelly/ Coonara and Eivind abstains from booze for a night, swapping to alcoholic cider instead.
We've got it all sussed, no worries
They don't come sweeter than that...
Don't play coy, guys...
"Sorry, out of Ribeye steaks...how about a Porterhouse instead, I got some neat cuts in the fridge"
NO SHIT!!
Ahhhh, this is like home....
sort of exit-way back into the Canterbury Plains.
No idea what they were spraying... probably that spiky gorse stuff, I guess.
Some neat, tight, close-to-ground flying there
Let's twist agaiiiin...
And just when you thought you were by your self, sweet lonesome....
Also makes you barf into the helmet at the thought of a lamb-shank-dinner tonight... the bloody stench is brutal.
Just above the main, sealed road and there's the checkerboard of the plains.
BigKev is leaving us here, a bit of a bummer.... but he'll be joining again for another couple of days soon. We've grown used to him real quick! :scull:
With not much further to go and shadows growing long again, the incredible colour and quick flow of the Waimakariri are a calling for some mucking around on the riverbanks, getting some glam-shots of the bikes and just generally enjoy something that just doesn't exist in Oz.
The short stretch into Springfield on the footsteps of the Arthur's Pass is a breeze, the first door knocked on yields a couple of neat cabins/rooms and the bike-hire "field-mechanic" shows up on time to look after Eivind's troublesome XT ignition lock, that more often than not refuses to budge when the key is turned.
The first lots of washing get done, Faz starts a fire in the little Potbelly/ Coonara and Eivind abstains from booze for a night, swapping to alcoholic cider instead.
We've got it all sussed, no worries
They don't come sweeter than that...
Don't play coy, guys...
"Sorry, out of Ribeye steaks...how about a Porterhouse instead, I got some neat cuts in the fridge"
NO SHIT!!
Ahhhh, this is like home....