Whether in a one day or over three or four days … take the journey.
You will be not be disatisfied with the road ridden … Ross to Hokitika to Cowboy Paradise to Kumara to Greymouth.
Or just the bits in-between.
And, certainly memorable …
… “Are you there?” was the question asked as we sat in the room of our B&B.
“Yes, come in”
It was the B&B operator’s daughter.
“Just wanted to know if you are any relation of a Sonny Ruru?”
“He was my Dad” the reply given.
“What a small world. My Mum went out with him when Sonny used to live in Reefton. Her name is Gladys and she would love to meet you”
And so we did.
Meet and greet and then had the most awesome conversation about my Dad when he lived in Reefton. He worked in the mines and both him and Gladys were an item for the time he lived there. The year, 1948 or there abouts. Gladys was a Nurse Aid and she confirmed Dad’s story about the mining accident where Dad and one other made it out alive – Morris Skilton. Another was unfortunate and was killed. Dad lived with a family by the name of the Lawrences during his time there; and when Dad returned to Christchurch, their relationship ended.
Shortly after our face to face, Gladys had found a black and white photo of her and Dad.
Leaving Greymouth, we back tracked to Ross (the start of my ride) to do touristy thing as the township had pioneer history worthy of a re-visit. Calling into friends Tane, Rachel, Ruby, Ava and Tilly in-between for a nose rub and bounce on the tramp was fun.
‘It’s your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you’ – Rumi