Boxed
Flying from Auckland at 16 degrees to Dunedin's chillier 6 degrees... have I got enough warm clothes packed... The first drops of rain fell as I walked across the airport tarmac. By the time we were pushing our bikes on jolting airport trolleys out to our waiting shuttle, it was heavy enough for a coat. The rain persisted for our entire drive to Lawrence. Clouds hung low, making the day seem late, while the greens and greys swished blurrily together out the van's streaming windows. We chatted away about the weather, and whether they needed this rain, (No... they are still waiting for the last deluge to subside) Our driver was able to fill us in on the local transport options and arrangements between the various trails. It seems they work together to support each other, rather than poaching their neighbour's clients. He finished our ride with a tour of Lawrence's sights on our way to the campground. Arriving in pouring rain and asking for a campsite seemed ludicrous, b...