Day 7: Lyell to Westport
Cycling along the Buller Gorge, we came around a turn and saw this:
“Really?! Is that safe?!”
Maybe. Looks alright in this photo:
But what if you run into one of these guys?!
We couldn’t see cars coming round the bend on the far side, but we could see them across the gorge, about a kilometre away. A few cars and a semi-truck were coming, followed by a break in traffic. We waited by the side of the road for those vehicles to drive through before making a run for it.
The last vehicle, the semi, came out from under the overhang and we started biking, but as the semi approached, it slowed down and I saw the driver roll down his window. I stopped to hear what he had to say.
“When you get into that tunnel, you’d better pedal like all hell because they CAN’T SEE YOU from the other side.”
There was a break in traffic right? But for how long? We hammered through, my heart raced and…
…everything was fine. I quietly thanked the semi-driver for injection us with a little fear, making it all the more exhilarating.