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Although we arrived in Motueka under sunny skies on April 25 (DAY 75), the weather quickly soured. That night a steady flow of rain started and didn’t let up until mid-afternoon on DAY 76. More rain was forecasted for the next day and a half so Carrie and I decided to wait out the bad weather before setting off on our planned kayak adventure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
We also moved into a cabin at the holiday park because our tent floor is coming down with a bad case of mold. The rain and dewy mornings along the west coast made it difficult to keep our tent dry. We’d pack it up wet in the morning with the hope of drying it out during lunch breaks in the afternoon but the mold got a hold. Now our tent smells like an unbalanced compost pile, an odor only delightful to pigs and sewer rats. We’re a little afraid the mold might start growing on us, and we’re too young to be moldy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since we had all of DAY 76 to hang out in Motueka we decided to go see “The Flying Scotsman”, which was playing in a cozy one-room theatre with couches and lounge chairs. Maybe this movie will be popular at home and encourage more people to ride bikes. Velodomes will sprout up across the country. Suddenly, everyone will be able to eat those huge restaurant meals and not gain weight. Heart disease rates will drop. Pollution levels will drop. Stupid diet regimens will disappear. We’ll be friendlier to our neighbors. Love and peace and tra la la.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We spent the next day (DAY 77) in Motueka as well. The town is full of hippy types, white dudes and dudettes with dread locks sipping tea and strumming guitars. Most of them are seasonal workers. They pick fruit in the local orchards. I’m sure we bathe more often than they do, which is funny, considering we’re the ones growing mold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On DAY 78 we were excited to leave Motueka behind and head to the village of Marahau, which borders the national park and which is home to a zillion different kayak rental companies. We waited until noon to leave however because it was raining. Cycling in the rain isn’t that bad, but if you have a choice, cycling without rain is even better. The ride to Marahau was beautiful. The windy road led us along the coast and by huge big-glass-window homes, which reminded us of Tibouron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we rolled into town we bumped into the cycling couple from San Francisco Josh and Sarah we met way back in Fox Glacier. They had just finished a kayak trip and said they had a blast. It was good to see them again and to hear about their adventure. We exchanged emails to possibly get together back home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
During the summer Marahau is supposedly buzzing with tourists. The Abel Tasman Coastal Track is New Zealand’s most popular “Great Walk” because it’s an easy tramp and because hikers get access to a lot of beautiful beaches. When we pulled up to the holiday park in town, however, the place was a ghost town. The guy in the reception office said that once the Easter holiday is over, things really quiet down around the whole country. So instead of staying in our tent that night, we opted to be the sole inhabitants of the hostel with a kitchen and bathrooms all to ourselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally on DAY 79 we started our sea kayak adventure. We paid for a package that included two days of kayaking and one day of hiking along the Abel Tasman coastline. The two-man sea kayaks have three storage portals where we stashed our food, camping supplies and spare clothes. It was going to be similar to bicycle touring only much sandier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a safety and technique briefing and an in-the-water maneuvering test, Carrie and I were set free. At first, paddling in the glassy water near shore was a breeze. But after 20 minutes the paddle started feeling heavy and my arms were achy. I blame this on bicycling. Yeah our legs and lungs are strong but our arms have been neglected. Now it was time for them to feel the burn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luckily, it was getting near lunchtime so we had an excuse to find a place to rest. We made for an island nearby with loads of low tide beaches separated by rocky outcrops. The beach we chose had a great cave that was lined with mussels and seaweed near the bottom and ferns and other bush along the 15-foot high ceiling. During high tide the cave would be filled with the sea. After exploring the cave, I almost stepped on an injured weta on the beach. The weta, which looks like a big grasshopper, is the heaviest insect in the world. The weta we saw though wasn’t very big.<\/p>\n\n\n\n