We pushed our bikes up the gravel road over the mountain, through rivers, faster than the clouds of sandflies could catch us. Oh! we were so pooped!The next day we road from Murchison for 10 km, got 2 flat tires, ran out of tubes, and hitchhiked with a fisherman in his Ford 250 (one of only 15 in NZ he boasted) This is just a pretty shack we ran into at the fishing docks.
At Docks, waiting for our ride to continue on to Greymouth.
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