Down the Motu track, part 1. Our motorbike slipped and judddered down a skinny rocky road through bush so primeval I expected a moa to crash through it at any moment. On the right the cliff fell away so steeply that if we slipped over it no one would find us for a hundred years. As we quietly congratulated ourselves on being so adventurous, a herd of senior citizen mountain bikers whizzed past, waving and smiling.
Posted: Tuesday 2 April 2013