OnHellas wrote: ↑Sat Mar 30, 2019 3:57 am
The mountain pass I mentioned in my last update took us to the very pretty town of Martinborough where we stopped for the obligatory tea and cake.
We had a stroll around the town centre before wandering off to find our lodgings for the night on the outskirts of Masterton.
Despite not being so keen on the ‘hosting’ style of B&B owners here we booked a night in one based on its outstanding reviews and it’s very attractive price.
Staying in a strangers house is.....strange. We had to watch how the door was locked and unlocked and then have a go ourselves. Almost to prove we’d been listening. Shows off....we then went through a point by point introduction to the ‘space’ and learnt which hill was which in the distance through the panoramic view window.
I could go on, I usually do, but I’ll say that despite it all feeling slightly weird, the bed was comfortable, the place was immaculately clean and breakfast was passable.
They didn’t murder us during the night either so we were able to pack up and set of for our second visit to my mate Darryl’s house.
He said that we should stay as long as we wanted. I hope that 8 nights wasn’t to long. It was like a holiday for us, no packing up and riding each day. A really nice house to stay in has been super. We relaxed and watched films, until Netflix packed up anyway. I think we may have used up the quota for the next month??!!
We went to the Palmerston North race track on the Saturday night. A half mile dirt oval with incredibly loud V8 stock cars roaring round. There was a demolishen derby too. An evenings entertainment for £13, what’s not to like.
The rest of the week has been a few short walks, a couple of visits to a supermarket and some proper home cooking. Sarah made a tasty Shepherds Pie. A large Shepherds Pie. A Shepherds Pie that lasted for three days.....and no, I’m not complaining.
Bringing you up to date, today is Saturday. The last Saturday of March already.
We rode away from Darryl’s this morning for the 100 or so miles to Hastings.
Both lunch and rain on the way we’re encountered but it was nice to be back in the bikes.
We’re back in a campsite, we haven’t gone straight back to the tent but a cabin. We need weaning off of the luxury we’ve had for the last week.
The cabin doesn’t have an en-suite, it does have a rather tired look and a slightly less than fresh smell......hey-ho, the life of the long distance motorcyclist eh?
Two happy people, two happy bikes.
Sorry, the photo haul since we arrived at Darryl’s has been zero. I will try harder over the next little while, I promise.