As mentioned we collected our bikes yesterday, then had the rest of the day to fill. People headed off far and wide only to find we had to move out of the hotel due to a booking snafu - obviously not convenient and very stressful for some at short notice, but everyone pulled together and we soon happily ensconced at a hotel just around the corner.
Little did we know what lay before us! The rooms were definitely a marked improvement on our first hotel, but the service in the bar and restaurant was beyond embarrassing - young Indian girls with little English and even less experience were tossed headfirst into a situation where they had no chance of pleasing anyone- Fawlty Towers was mentioned more than once. Unfortunately breakfast was a repeat performance. We had our team meeting in a quiet end of the lobby, complete with a forecast from our own travelling weatherman, Mike Chatterley’s alter ego, Jim Hickey I was up early and went for a walk around the neighbourhood. On a grassy empty section I saw a raccoon scurry across then quickly scale a mesh fence - unfortunately I didn’t feature in his plans and he decided to make a quick retreat. Two black bunnies eyed me warily but were not unduly worry’s I passed by. bags packed, Doc’s Chev Suburban and Barb’s Ford were loaded to their respective limits, and we were off. Once through the city the fun began - great roads, great riding conditions and great scenery - anyone who visits New Zealand for scenery obviously hasn’t been to Canada. Lakes and rivers that varied from crystal clear to azure blue, from absolutely ripple free, to powerful and fast flowing torrents. We stopped in Whistler for lunch, a town that has both winter (skiing and snow boarding) and summer(downhill biking, walking trails, you name it.sorted, Rather surprisingly we saw none of the road kill ubiquitous to New Zealand roads and a few of us were fortunate enough to see a bear enjoying lunch a few metres into the shrubbery - not advisable to stop to a selfie… Our destination for the night is Cache Creek, a small and very humble village comprising of a gas station, a couple each of motels and restaurants, and the event present liquor store. Our motel, “The Bear Claw” is a log cabin affair, run by very hard working Asian couple. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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