Highway from Hell

We are slowly becoming nocturnal beasts. Our massive camper van scares the crap out of us so we have decided that driving at night, when there are no other cars on the road, is our safest mode of transportation. After a few days of no showering we are also starting to take on the smell of a beast as well.

After waiting until nightfall to hit the roads I assumed the role of co-pilot and Mike took the wheel for what would become without a doubt the scariest ride of our lives. We locked and loaded our GPS and set out for Raglan – one of New Zealand’s finest point breaks. At that point we though it would be a quick cruise down the coast but little did we know that our GPS had other plans for us and we were lead down some seriously sketchy roads. Over the next four hours our bowel control, maximum heart rate threshold and most importantly Mike’s newly acquire manual driving skills would be tested to their limits. At one point on our journey down the highway from hell we stalled going up one of the many massive hills. Lucky for us an other night rider arrived on the scene after about ten minutes and we where able to do a quick Chinese Fire Drill and borrow his hill starting abilities to climb to the summit! 

Like a sick joke when we finally reached what we thought was our final destination we learned that we were nowhere near Raglan and that we would have to repeat the hairpin nightmare drive that we had just finished narrowly escaping! F#$%!

Lucky for us round two proved to be a success and as I write this I am looking out at the type of point break that dreams are made of. Picture to come soon.