New Zealand postcard

Here in Dunedin — a town with very Scottish architectural bits — after 190 k’s yesterday of spectacular scenery in the pouring mist grey hilly torrent. Brilliant, really, but I’m fairly shattered after it. Today the first day in 21 that I’m not riding, body  protesting the rest or the strain, and mind bollixed, owing to exhaustion, scenery intoxication and general antipode befuddlement.  Wholly unexpectedly on the main street ran into my old surgeon friend Matt Debenham who I rode with in China a few years back, had dinner with him and his colorful parents.