Our next stop was Knights Point for morning tea. My British friends said, “It’s morning coffee, and afternoon tea,” but Karsten was in charge, so it was morning tea. Pretty chilly and damp again so I was happy for whatever hot drink was being poured. We always had some sort of fruit bread (not quite fruitcake, thank heavens) and these oatmeal/coconut/raisin cookies. There were literally busloads of tourists here and another bike trip stopped there too – but they thought it was lunchtime. There were kayaks on their van – it must have been one of those multisport things.
Knights Point reminded me of Slea Head, of the Dingle Peninsula, in Ireland – only I couldn’t get close enough to be sure. Apparently seals hang out on the beach down there and there were some rocks that looked like they were moving. Malcolm had binoculars and Imogen confirmed that they were indeed seals, but again – really too far away to get too excited about. We were hoping to catch some penguins and white herons that day, but the wildlife were mostly staying indoors because of the weather. We, on the other hand, wanted to ride – so despite the drizzle, it was time to head down the hill.
Karsten assured me this one wasn’t as steep as coming down the Haast Pass and that I wouldn’t find any runaway truck ramps, so I braved it. It wasn’t too bad – just a bit twisty and turny. Then it was a nice rolling ride past Lake Moeraki and on to Lake Paringa for lunch.