Two days of cycling, four audio recordings, and 106km in––I think I’m in love with this NZ coastline. Even the hills.
Especially the hills.
There are more stories than I can share just now, but I’m making myself write 500-1000 words before bed each night so that I don’t forget what happens. Human kindness is real. Bodysurfing is a joy. Hills become more manageable when you discover a cycling buddy at the top of one. Ginger-infused honey is the energy nectar of the gods. Saddle sores. Cows. Trail mix. More cows. Inadvertent story-collecting when I run out of water and have to stop at a farmer’s house to ask. Art festivals. Pizza. Beer. More pizza. Crystalized sweat on my face. Picnics at sunset.