This is the 2002 Junket on the South Island. Bunny hop to: Intro, Day 1, 2,
3, 4, 5,
6, 7.
Click any image for the full-size view.
The boys having a pre-breaky before Jane cooked up a feed of bacon and
eggs. Gimme giga-cals for the day! |
Our lovely lounge in the Croft |
Was there a day that Mag's didn't do dishes? |
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The bikes all securely locked |
Ready to go |
Enjoying the sunshine |
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After crossing the suspension bridge the trail to Punga
Cove was a blast. It was all single track, windy, rocky, big drops,
obstacles, the whole gamet. It was a great trail. I think it was this
section that Jane bailed over the edge of the track and was close to
landing in the drink. Thank god for bushes to grab onto. |
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Arrival at Punga Cove |
Good sales on ice cream |
Nice of them to put chairs out for us to relax |
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If you've ever wondered if your brakes can wear right through your rim,
the answer is yes.
Roy rode his bike with the rim blown out and the tube bulging for about
45 min over some pretty tricky terrain. How it held together, I don't
know. Inattentive bugger.
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Roy sadly gives us a smile and wave goodbye. |
We bid Roy fairwell at Punga Cove (sniff sniff)
and continued on the Queen Charlotte track. After waiting for about 3
hours Roy caught a water taxi to another port in hopes of hiring a rear
wheel. That didn't pan out so he just managed to phone the bike store in
Blenheim before they closed and ordered a new rim. They promised to
have it delivered to our lodge by 10am the next morning. I think Roy was a
little nervous about it arriving in time, but the story had a happy
ending.
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Everyone takes 5 while Roy susses out what he's going to do. |

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This is the view after climbing only a short distance from Punga Cove.
We still had a big climb ahead of us. |
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From here we can see the ridge line along the left of the sound where
we are heading |
This shot looks back to the head of the valley and the place where we
were standing in the previous picture. |
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steep climbs and wickedly fast descents on this trail. Well both Di and
Jane were smoking down the trail but unfortunately for Di, Jane didn't
have disc brakes and kept gaining on Di. Jane tried to take the outside
track but they clipped handle bars and well, the rest is history. |
The scene of the accident. A few of the guys had already climbed the
next hill when they heard a blood curtling screech.... |
.....they made a quick about face and shot back to see what had happened.
Here they are assessing the damage. Lucky for all of us there were no
broken bones, but some great visuals.
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Truly deserved nicknames: Di Hard or Bad Ass. And a swolen ankle too.

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Bay of Many Coves |

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Topping up with water
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You just can't beat the views we had this day. In some places the trail
was really quite exposed, but we were too busy riding (or concentrating)
to stop for pictures. |

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Picton in the far
distance
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Rex having a gander at where we had riden from. |
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| After a long hard day we were sure
happy to arrive at Te Mahia. The accomodation was beautiful and we had the
whole bottom of this building to ourselves. After the saggy bunks at
Furneaux, 3 kitchens, private rooms, nice lounges and great showers were a
real treat. |
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| Skoda, Roy and Paul did the honors
on the BBQ in the dark, under headlamps, while everyone else chipped in with the rest of the meal. Skoda
also gets high praise for his amazing homemade bread. And of course hat's
of to Di who directed the whole production from the chef's throne. Do we dare mention how
proficient Gordie was in the kitchen both cooking and cleaning? Word may
get out and he'll be expected to perform on a regular basis. |
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| After a fabulous meal and great
wine we were ready for our deluxe beds. END OF DAY
4. |