Friday, 27 January 2012

Late night in the Hakataramea

Well the plan was simple, one last push for the line and knock the bastard off.

Things looked good for awhile apart from a pesky headwind. Of course the headwind would soon be a distant memory as the front unleashed its full weight.

A gentle reminder, like it was needed

Crickey, even time for a picnic

Spokes? How many do you need? 32 -8 = ?

The last gate!

A wet but happy Jasper

Are you sure? I thought the church we started at was Anglican?

Please wake me up from this, I dreamt I was cold, wet and tired

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