mountainbiking – Joe Bloggs

Today I decided that I would go to Red Rocks, an area on the south coast that is usually full of seals bathing but unfortunately I think I came at the wrong time of the year. I had a choice to either get the bus or to cycle. I chose to cycle, as then it would be more of a day trip rather than an hour or two out of the hostel. I hired a bike from a rental place on the waterfront, the guy there gave me a map and informed my of a more scenic route to the Red Rocks. He also explained to avoid some tracks due to possible difficulty, of course I just nodded and said I understood, but more on that later.

I had hired an e-bike, something that I have wanted to try out for some time now, unfortunately this one kept coming up with an error code, I had a choice to go back and get a new one or just carry on, I decided to carry on and maybe hope that it would start working again after a while. (I got it working again from time to time on my route but it would always come up with an error code and just switch itself off)

Climbing up Brooklyn Hill was pretty difficult with the weight of the bike and the fact the electric part wasn’t working but when I reached the top it was definitely worth the effort. There are some old army bunkers at the top with ridiculous views over the city and some pretty cool graffiti art. I would definitely recommend it.

Further on along a track after a lot of steep ups and downs you get to the Wellington Wind Turbine, something I had seen from the city below but never thought of coming up close to it. Wellington is known to be windy but from up here you can really feel the wind. It was pretty cloudy and there wasn’t a clear view over the city at that time, so I rested and then continued on my way. The rental guy explained that I could follow a mountain bike track or the road down towards another track that would lead to the Red Rocks. I chose the mountain bike track, it wasn’t a difficult ride, and it had some pretty nice views over the hills and of some residential areas in the distance.

I continued on the track through some bush and then along the side of the hill. At this point there were some great views of the sea and the track continued along the ridgeline. The track was pretty rocky and steep in various areas but it was a really nice ride and would definitely do it again.

I was close to my destination when I got to a junction in the track, one went up and one went down, I presumed that I would need to go down as the track going up looked as though it would just lead to a viewpoint and the track going down would presumably lead to the beach. However I was very wrong, the track up hill was the track the rental guy told me to take but I had totally forgotten this, anyway I ventured down this grade 4 mountain bike track, it wasn’t all that difficult to be honest, until…

I was stopping in various places to take photos of some flowers and the hill sides, anyway, I got to a point and took some photos of the track which was pretty thin and close to the edge of the hill side which was almost vertical.

At this point I remember thinking to myself that it wouldn’t be difficult to fall down. I think it was just inevitable for me not to fall off after taking photos of the edge of the track, anyhow I continued for around 3 minutes before slightly going of track and then flying head first over the handlebars and falling down the side of the hill until a tree and my back broke my fall. I was only around 2 metre’s down and it wasn’t difficult to grasp my way back up the hill. Unfortunately the tree that broke my fall was right next to a very prickly bush. However the only injuries I came out with were a few prickles stuck in my leg, a medium sized cut on my arm and some skin torn away from the palm of my hand. So all in all I was fine, I took a minute, dusted myself off and carried on.

Around 2 minutes more along the track I came across a stream, and this is when I remembered why the guy said to go the other way. I didn’t fancy my chances of getting across the stream and up the other side so I took off my shoes and socks and pulled up my trousers before crossing. I got to the other side, walked up the hill and left the bike before going back down to the stream to relax for a while.

I was just having a drink and dipping my toes in the stream when a family of ducks arrived, they came pretty close to where I was and it was nice to watch them tackle against the current and then just glide down the stream. The area was full of wildlife, from insects to birds and it was very nice to just be at one with nature.

I continued down the track until I got to some big drops, which I knew for a fact I would not be able to conquer, so I got off and clambered down them and across another stream before seeing the end of the track and the beach.

The beach was very pebbly and difficult to cycle across so I decided to walk along it, I relaxed and took in the views before cycling around to the Red Rocks where unfortunately I couldn’t sea any seals. I carried on along the coast, round some very pleasant bays and back towards Wellington CBD.

The whole ride took me around 5 hours so I got a good day trip out of it. Even though I went the wrong way and fell off, I am so glad that everything turned out the way it did, I guess it made it feel as though it was more of an adventure, not knowing where I was going or just getting lost.

“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost”
EROL OZAN

I woke early Thursday morning excited to get ready, catch the shuttle and hit the slopes, much to my disappointment due to high winds and rain, the mountain was closed. I left the hostel and went to the ski rental shop I had rented my gear from, I explained the situation and they said that there is no charge for the rentals if the mountain isn’t accessible, so that was brilliant. I then decided to hire a bike and cycle the Old Coach Road, this is something I had planned to do whilst I was here. My original plan was to ski on Thursday and Friday and cycle the Old Coach Road on Saturday before my time here was up and I move on, on Sunday.

I rented my ski gear from TBC, its in the Centre of the town and was recommended by the hostel I’m staying at. I’m staying at LKNZ Lodge and it gives you a 10% discount on rentals if you show your hostel key. So that was a bonus. It was also pretty cheap already compared to other places I had looked at, $80 per day for the whole package: skis, boots, poles, jacket, trousers, helmet, goggles and gloves. And then it obviously gets cheaper to each day you add on to it. Its a lot more expensive on the mountain, costing $148 per day fro the whole package.

On the Thursday I also rented my bike from TBC, I paid $50 for a full suspension bike and then a further $15 for a shuttle transport from Ohakune to Horopito. The Old Coach Road starts at Horopito but you can start in Ohakune and cycle there and back. It took me around 2.5 hours to cycle, this included stopping to take photos and sightsee and having some lunch. It’s a pretty easy ride, lots of downhill and only a little uphill, that being if you start in Horopito anyway.

The story of the Old Coach Road began in the early 1900’s with the arrival of the railway in Ohakune. The North Island Main Trunk Line had made its way north from Wellington and south from Auckland until just 35km separated the two railheads. Until the tracks were completed a small bridleway through the dense Tongariro Forest became a vitally important connection between the two major cities on the North Island, hence the Old Coach Road.

Carrot Park is located at the entrance to the town and features carrots and a collection of vegetables brought to life with arms, legs and faces. They have a potato, a brussel sprout, a parsnip, a swede and a carrot. You can visit yourself to find out their names. There’s also a carrot themed playground, a small outdoor gym, a picnic/ BBQ area and a bush walk along a little stream. Towards the end of the park there is a BMX track to show of your skills.

The weather wasn’t to good on Friday and the mountain was closed again so I had a lie in and relaxed in the hostel for most of the morning, it gave me the chance to book the next place I plan to visit. I went out for something to eat and then took a walk along the river. A route which leads down towards the train station and lower part of town, it seems almost a ghost town down there, a few hostels and motels, a nice looking restaurant and then a few of empty shops and bars. There’s also a museum but it was closed when I got there.

Saturday, I awoke at around 5am and eagerly checked the mountain report, obviously I was up to early and there wasn’t an update yet, at around 6:30 it said that half the lifts were open and when I arrived at the mountain around 9:00 they put out on the speaker that all the lifts were open to which there was a huge cheer from everyone queuing for the first lift. I took the mountain shuttle from the far end of the carrot park, you can purchase a ticket from the parking meter before you board and they leave every hour. There’s also another stop further down the other end of town close to the train station.

It takes around 20-30 minutes to get to the Turoa Plaza from Ohakune. When I arrived at the mountain I bought my day pass and started to queue for the first lift. It was such nice weather and very sunny so I made sure I applied plenty of sunscreen, I was way to warm in my jacket so after the first 2 runs I took it off. I started to get warm in just my fleece so In the end I was skiing in my t-shirt, a little chilly whilst going up in the lift but not really that cold. Everyone else was still wrapped up in their jackets and warm clothing.

I haven’t skied in around 6 ½ years and I was curious to whether I would be a duck to water or Bambi to ice. Luckily for me I smashed it with only one fall due to going to fast down an icy run at the start of the day, it wasn’t until lunchtime that I realized I was bleeding due to a scrape on my arm from the ice. I bought myself lunch at the ‘Giant Café’ and treated myself to a gin and tonic. I skied for the rest of the day until my shuttle ride back down the mountain at 16:15, by that time the clouds had covered the mountain and I could barely see more then 2 feet in front of me so I wasn’t too fussed of having to leave. It was an amazing day and I was so glad that I got the chance to get up the mountain. It really rounded of my trip to Ohakune.

Where to eat in Ohakune?

The Chocolate Éclair Shop, the shuttle driver that took me to the start of the Old Coach Road told me to go to the dairy (local store) closest to the BP garage, he told me to go and get myself a chocolate éclair as in Ohakune everything is big. When I got my éclair I’m sad to say it wasn’t much bigger than the average éclair you would get, but it was the nicest I’ve ever had, if your in Ohakune then this is a must!

I’ve sort of treated myself since I stopped working and eaten out rather than cooking for myself, I always seem to struggle what to choose in a restaurant and always seem to go for a burger, I’ve had 3 since I got here! The best and obviously most expensive was at ‘The Blind Finch’ it was super good and they have a large range of choices named after different countries. I had the USA because I’m pretty boring when it comes to food, although I could really do with changing that up. The chips (fries) however weren’t that tasty and there were so many of them, possibly too many as I only ate half the bowl. The other places weren’t that bad in all honesty but in one ‘The Mountain Rocks’ I went to add salt and the top came off, pouring salt and rice all over my plate. I’ve always thought of playing this prank on someone but now I will never do that, I ate some pretty salty chips that day.

Mountain kebab shop, the kebab was ok but I found a hair in my kebab, luckily it was towards the end so I enjoyed my kebab before realizing I may have eaten a bunch of hairs.

After spending the day skiing I decided to go to ‘Cyprus Tree’ for my dinner, a rather posh looking place, I had a lamb rump with roasted vegetables and a caramelized onion and blue Stilton sauce. It wasn’t too expensive for the quality of the food. It cost me $45 for the meal and a drink.

I leave Ohakune late afternoon tomorrow and continue with the rest of my adventure!

“A pair of skis are the ultimate transportation to freedom”
Warren Miller

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