We made it to South Island, and cycled up the Marlborough Sounds (bottles of sauvignon blanc to keep us hydrated seemed more fitting than water).
Tried our luck with fishing again, using the fanciest bait of mussels picked from under a pier but we are fishing failures!
We cycled to Havelock (mussel capital) for a mussel festival which seemed to be fun idea to celebrate Ella’s big 3-0 but it was cyclone hit so we spent her birthday in an old school hostel and the liveliest bar yet, dancing with the locals all full of mussels.
Pedalled across to Nelson, meeting 15 other cycle tourists along the way and now WOOFING in return for free food and accommodation. Helping a American dude establish his grande permaculture living ideas, Ella is staying swinging the pick axe and planting the seeds whilst I go to cycle in the mountains.