Lake Hawea to Queenstown

 Bikepacking is just like tramping but instead of boots it's bikes that get you and your companions from "A" to "B". And just like tramping you get to know your companions really well, after all you are living with them 24/7 almost and sharing collectively all that the adventure has to offer. 

Which has me transition now to women's Lingerie. 

Bras to be exact.

You see in recent days one of our party (who shall remain nameless) had a Bra malfunction and it just happened that today on my ride I happened to notice the largest collection of Bras I'd ever seen and what's more they were there for the taking (or gifting) and what's more - free. So stop I did, had a good look at wht was on display and then carefully selevted what I thought would be the answer to my bikepacking companions Bra problem - a complete replacement.

As I had an issue with a couple of punctures that hadn't self sealed it had meant that I had dropped behind my bikepacking buddies. Twice I had to stop and pump more air in from my useless pump and then the third stop I plugged the hole and finally solved the problem. At the Cadrona Cafe I borrowed Ruth's fantastic pump and managed to get a lot more air in to the tyre which was good as I needed every bit of pressure I could get in there for the upcoming 400 meter climb up to the summit of the Crown Range at 1076 meters ASL,

We all made it over the Range and had a good downhill run right through to Arrowtown before some more ups and downs on the run in  to Queenstown. I wanted to visit a bike shop to check out a "clicking" noise that has developed on my bike and also put some more sealant in the tyre with the holes. It took a bit of navigatiing to get to Evo Cycles in Frankton and we put in the sealant and think the clicking is probably the rear axle bearing - but hey - it should last another couple of days.

When the opportunity arose I took one of my bikepacking companions aside and excitedly shared what I thought was going to be the answer to the earlier mentioned Bra problem. Unfortunately I'd selected a nice lacy number however my bikepacking companion it appears is not a "lacy" person and declined my gift! 

Silly me. I now realise I should have slected a couple of the Bras as the other nice little plain  black number I had my eye on might just have solved the problem.