Returning to the land I’d given up just a few years ago in favour of my new home, Canada, I was given a typical English summer greeting of low overcast clouds and a chilly nine degrees Celsius as the plane descended from its sunny domain at 30,000 feet.
Otago Peninsula had spectacular mountain riding, with lots of sheep dotting the hillsides below us. John thought it was pretty funny to see 100 km speed limit signs on a twisty, narrow road full of hairpin bends and sheer drop-offs on either side, with no guardrails.
New Zealand is a spectacular scenic country with friendly, relaxed people, and a motorcycle tour is a terrific way to experience all of it. We were there from January 30 to February 17, (which is late summer in New Zealand) and spent 12 of those days riding.