Page 5 of Feral Mike Travel Blog Posts


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Feral Mike
October 23rd 2009

Arriving in the Hokianga feels like coming home - even though I haven't lived here for 40 years and I wasn't born here. But I did have some of my schooling here and there have been family ties with the region since I was ten. So as I pedaled my way to the top of the last, steep hill before Omapere, it wasn't just the exertion that had me gasping for air. There was also a gasp of recognition, of acknowledgment, that even after all these years the Hokianga still feels like home. The late afternoon sun was bouncing off the sand dunes on the northern side of the harbour, and to my right the Hokianga stretched and twisted its way inland in the direction of my special part of it. As I gazed, I was ... read more



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October 23rd 2009

My mate Paul reckons he lives in the best place in the country. It's called Pahi, and it lies on an arm of New Zealand's biggest harbour, the Kaipara. Paul lives in a two bedroom bach, with a stunning view over the water, the wharf and a rundown camping ground of the kind they don't make any more - no written rules stuck on the walls, and you get to park your tent where you want instead of inside a rectangle marked out on grass with weed killer. LIVING THE GOOD LIFE Pahi suits Paul, and Paul suits Pahi. He'd probably be among the first to admit he's not comfortable living the city life - the traffic, the trendy bars, keeping up with everyone else. He prefers to live quietly, and he spends his days working ... read more



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Feral Mike
October 21st 2009

Dargaville Dear Lance (not his real name), Afer a few days on the road, I figured perhaps it was time to drop you a line to update you about my travels and let you know how I am getting on - and in particular that part of my anatomy that we discussed a few weeks ago. I'm sure you remember the conversation but if you've forgotten, it took place it the newsroom when you took me aside and explained how, many years ago, you cycled from Invercargill to Dunedin. Glancing over your shoulder to check that no-one could overhear, you said that during the ride you'd got the usual aches and pains, especially a sore backside. You dropped your voice to a conspiratorial whisper and went on. Excuse my language but I'm only repeating you here, ... read more



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October 16th 2009

Testing Time The time for talking was over. Time to put feet to the pedals, bum to the seat etc and go for it. The goal was straightforward - from Parakai near Helensville to Warkworth via Highway 16, then north for a few k before turning right to Mangawhai. My guidebook ("Pedallers Paradise") describes the route using phrases such as: "There starts a 2 and a half kilometre climb, undulates and rolls, occasional steeper hills, quite a steep climb". You get the idea. My tent was a soggy mess after being camped in a lake at Parakai, the bike was loaded with left over food I didn want to waste, and I had three full drink bottles on board. The Beast of Burden was bulging with equipment and I was having handling problems. The panniers ... read more



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October 15th 2009

"It's a private pool", the elderly woman said as she and her husband passed me on my arrival. The pool wasn't private but she was right all the same. The pool at Parakai was empty, not a soul, and I lay back and let the warm, thermal waters wash over me. My only companions were two swallows which flitted in through the open roof and swooped over the pool before one did a poop in the water and they both flew off. I was left contemplating how many swallow poops would constitute a health hazard. Probably squadrons of them, all pooping in unison into the chlorinated waters. I relaxed. Later as I climbed the steps to get out, one of the swallows returned and flew into a nest in the rafters - above the pool, ... read more



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October 13th 2009

The odometer had just ticked over 7km when the first pannier fell off. There was a thump and a couple of bounces, and it was gone. I could hardly believe it - but there was suddenly a big gap on the front rack where moments ago the pannier had been attached - the one with all my clothes in it. Slammed on ther brakes, propped the bike against the wire netting that seperated the cyclepath from the motorway and walked back. I clipped the pannier back on, figuring I couldn't have fastened it properly to begin with. A couple of hundred metres later, the one on the front left fell off - this time the one with my sleeping bag in it. And so it continued, until I tied them on. Just the front ones, not ... read more



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October 8th 2009

Feral Mike and the Beast of Burden Coming Soon - Departure Day is Tuesday 13 October, 2009 http://www.oxfam.org.nz/events/teams.asp?a=show_team_pages&eventid=20&teamid=3838 My grandfather told me: Always wear underpants beneath your kanzu before you mount your bicycle. Foolishly I mocked him, and now my heart is a dry ear pod. I was cycling home from the market when a terrible whirlwind blew up my kanzu, ballooning it over my face and lifting me far above the ground. I kept control but when the bike landed I sat down hard upon my testicles, squashing them against the saddle to the flatness of patties. A sharp pain ran through my entire body. Then I felt an inner peace and went into a deep sleep. Mzee Oposen ... read more






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