I took a picture of the penny farthing bike of three pioneers that crossed Arthurs Pass back in 1887 with two tents, one to sleep in, one lightproof where they prepared the chemicals for their huge camera.
Arthurs Pass is still quite steep, even after they built the Otira viaduct in 1999. Stopped raining shortly after midnight and the next day I spent climbing Avalanche Peak (1830m) in a round trip. Kea everywhere, I was able to lock away my bike in a DoC shelter, because that mountain clowns tear your saddle apart and your wheels if they are bored...
Despite all that precautions at night: attack of the mountain clowns, Kea strikes back, five holes in two different places and two now useless water bottles. I have an appointment with a repair shop tomorrow morning, that happens to work with the original materials of my tent manufacturer. I will stay for a day in Christchurch.


























