Yesterday Jennifer and I returned from our road trip safe and sound. We saw some nice things along the way. Along with some terrible passing manoeuvres.
We even came upon a couple of crazy cycle tourers outside of Taumaranui, one of whom I am related to.
We fed them each a yo-yo biscuit, as we happened to have 36 of them in the boot of the car, and the two of them were battling a nasty head wind.
On our way home we drove straight from Hamilton, only stopping at Taihape for a sandwich and the world's most expensive chocolate bar.
After six and a half hours of driving, we pulled into the Ranch with once numb butt (mine), and a sore throat from shouting above the stereo (Jennifer's) but also some nice memories of the wind turbines peppered along the hills of the Manawatu Gorge; Mount Ruapehu wearing her coat of snow and hiding her face in the clouds; and the old school ham and mustard sandwich I had from Laura's tearooms in Taihape.
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