Left Hawea around 8:30 having to leave key in door as all quiet in main building. Found no matter what I did I couldn't get the odo to work - felt like missing a friend - it was to start again half way through tomorrow!
Quick cycle to Wanaka with wee bit of hill - didn't hang around justa few snaps of the large hand at the lake and a few supplies from supermarket for the journey and carried on. After the miserable weather of the last two days it was a relief to be on the road again in good weather and feeling on good form.
At Wanakai had to make the choice to go over the high road through Cardrona or along the longer but flatter road through Cromwell - hills what hills give me what ya can! So I headed towardsC Cardrona unsure whether (a) I was on the right road and (b) what I was in for!
It's abut hard to describe the sheer magnificence of the road I found myself on as I started heading closer to the stunning snowy capped mountain range that had been luring me towards its rugged exterior for the last couple of days. It's presence heightened by the hills that were gaining in height and swallowing myself and bicycle into their outstretched arms.
Finding myself on a bit of a plateau the temperature was dropping to a gentil crispness whilst the sun continued to warm from above. Before I knew it I found myself passing the exit to the Cardrona ski field - the barrier down and a closed sign being the only sign of life there.
Cycling on I arrived at the wee township of Cardrona and felt I had dropped into a movie set. The old Cardrona Hotel standing proudly in its newly renovated coat beckoning its clientele with its wizened face and engaging smile... how could I resist stepping back in time by following its lead.
I was greeted by a gorgeous fire already lit at what was now midday. The bar encased in its jail bar frame, door open with barrels peeping out over the wooden bar. I walked up to the bar grabbed a shot of whiskey and thought about the lover I had just shot dead... Whoops that's ma wee song taking over again (see Ed's Bar and Grill for more of that!). Reality ... walked up to the bar and ordered the Devonshire tea ... well those fruit scones looked delicious!
Spent time reading up on history of area from fab book made up by the owners and found another story for my collection. Picked up the guitar from the corner and played 'Ed's Bar and Grill" to the rather dull tourists who were in .. felt this bar make great place for the video minus the current clientele of course...
Headed out to bike and found two blokes - father and son who were from Dunedin and doing my cycling trip the other way - first nz cycle tourers and last that I met over the whole month (aside from me that is). They asked me for advice so gave them my ten top tips of where to stay, roads to avoid etc.
Cycled on climbing higher and higher till the lush green hills gave way to golden tussock and I found myself closed in on all sides until I eventually reached the top. Excitement as I spied two lovely looking motorbikes. Chatted to the bikers who were from Tauranga and had made the bikes. With tales of my cycling experiences being retold they offered to take piccie of me on their bike - of course it would have rude to have declined!
From there leaving the bikers fixing one of the bikes I found myself on a very steep and rapid decline - glad I had changed my brake pads a few days ago!
Bottom of the hill I trotted right towards Arrowtown. Little confusing finding centre but beneath the ironed houses with their perfect lawns lay the original heart of this town with its beautifully preserved historic shops and houses - I was in nineteenth century heaven :-)
An hour looking around, grabbing story and contacts from museum I headed off again turning left before Queenstown, through the industrial mall of Frankton and along the lakeside road that caught me off my bike taking many photos of the surrounding mountains as finally I caught up with those that had been tempting me these last days.
As night began to draw in I saw the distant lights of Kingston and past the Flyer (the steam engine) I pulled up to what turned out to be a somewhat run down and most over priced campsite at $20 for tent - the shower and hot water were welcomed though.
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