Appearances
Trip Start
Oct 14, 2008
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Trip End
Ongoing
Te Araroa,
New Zealand
Friday, June 26, 2009
So I cycled along and the rain was variable. This is like saying the terrain is undulating it can mean almost anything by the time I reached Hicks Bay it meant I was very wet and a bit cold. To be quite honest I was severely cheesed off and really in need of a break, so I pulled into 'Hicks Bay Motel' where there sign claimed they sold food.
Well the food they sold was 'limited' and I sat and ate a really nasty pie. I then though 'Well, this is miserable, maybe I should just stop here.' So I went back to the slightly frumpy, nasty pie selling women and asked
"This rain is getting worse, how much do your rooms start at?" Now at this point I should inform you I was not looking my best, I was drenched, had spiel some of the nasty pie on my shorts and was pretty tied
Historic Church
. This said I was still affronted when this along way from stylish women said, "You look like a backpacker to me, there's a motor camp just over the hill they'd probably suit you better"
"OK, I do often stay in backpackers, how far do you recon it is" I replied rather than the 'sod you if you don't want my money' I was actually thinking.
"Just up the top of this hill and its immediately on there right at the bottom of the hill. We do have rooms starting from $75 but you'd probably be better of in the motor camp"
I left.
Back out into the pouring rain, I mean $75 is about 30 pounds, to her it was clearly more money than I owned, or maybe she just thought if she had customers she'd have to actually do some work. You find weird things in weird places, earlier I stopped in a local shop only to discover Micheal Jackson was dead but the shop keeper was having the time of her life telling everyone about it like she'd been there personally.
Leaving the Hick of Hicks bay behind to her nasty pies, I cycled over the hill. It rained harder by the time I reached the bottom of the hill I was struggling to open my eyes (rain kept flying into them) but I did spot the Motor camp and managed to turn in.
I got a cabin, the women there was lovely and welcoming, to the extent that I almost completely forgave them for the fact the kitchen was full of ants. I wasn't thrilled and
