The next 40km section is apparently pretty tough, so I left at 6.30 hoping to make it to the 1.30 jetboat transfer to Pipiriki. 

The farm track eventually turned into singletrack- the sort you walk rather than ride.  At least a unicycle is easier to maneuver than a fully laden touring bike, which would not be fun!  I passed some TA riders having a hard time on the narrow Kaiwhakauka track. 

It was a steady climb for 16km up to Mangapurua trig, then a big downhill to Mangapurua landing, where we would catch the jetboat. 

One photo stop at the Bridge to Nowhere to collect along the way, and then we were whisked 30km downriver on the jetboat. I rode a further 24km to finish in Matahiwi, which has a great cafe and cabins. 

Today was rest day of sorts. After two very difficult rides, I thought I’d do just 65km today, and aim for the jet boat transfer tomorrow. 
It doesn’t sound like there will be many shops for the next two days, so I stocked up and made some calorie bombs. Basically it’s an English muffin with huge dollop of peanut butter and jam (heaped tablespoon) so there is more filling than there is bread.  

My legs were stiff from yesterday’s 14hr ride, so I tried a light spin to free up the muscles. Today was basically one big climb, then one big downhill, mostly on gravel roads. I met another TA rider travelling in the opposite direction (Bluff to Cape Reinga). Otherwise it was a fairly uneventful ride- there were few cars on these backroads.

I finished the ride at Blue Duck Cafe which has a lodge/cabins. It’s the first day since Poutu landing where I have finished riding before 5pm, and I get to blob out on the couch!

The Timber Trail is a 85km ride through the Pureora forest, which is one of the last remnants of original native forests which were milled by early settlers. Much of the trail is on the original tramline used to move timber, until it was stopped by a conservation protest. 

It’s a nice single track, but starts with a big climb up to 1000m. I figured that once I get to the top, it would be  an easy ride. Wrong! 

In most circumstances, it would be. The track is grade 2-3. However, fully laden with a pack, food/water, and a good collection of saddle sores and legs that had done 800km, it was not the easy cross country ride I imagined. I burned a huge amount of energy going up and then descending the first hill. Everytime you hit a bump on a unicycle, you have to unweight and correct your balance, which burns a lot fuel. A bit like a jet- you can cruise quite efficiently, but as soon as you accelerate/decelerate or correct your position, you’re burning extra. I had an enormous breakfast and packed a huge amount of food, but after I got through the big climb/descdnt, I was making mental calculations on how much to burn. What worked this morning for a 10hr ride  was not going to work for 12-14hrs, and my average speed kept dropping.

Luckily, I passed two mountainbikers from Tauranga who gave me some energy gel/jubes, and the two bike packers also from Tauranga, who gave me some energy bars. Thank you Tom, Megan and the other couple.  I burned every bit of fuel to get home! 

I’ve figured out why I keep miscalculating. I am packing twice as much as I would normally eat, but am probably eating three times as much. What looks like an enormous amount of food doesn’t look so flash at the end of the day. 

Riding the country is not just tough on the body, its hard on equipment. My unicycle started making various noises…which had me worried. What if my bearings blew apart on the middle of nowhere? Or the seat/wheel explodes into shards of carbon fibre? 

There were various squeaks- the clicking from Day 1  turned out to be the plastic guard on my shoe hitting the crank. No problem. There was a clink which worried me all day but turned out to be my tools rattling in the bag. A few creaks from the cranks (generally ok), and a high pitched squeak (which could be my bearings)
I had been messaging my friend David Stockton (unicycle guru who built the strongest 36″ wheel in the world). The plan would be to get the bearings greased in the next big town, and hopefully replaced when I get to Wellington. 

Anyway, both rider and unicycle made it through the timber trail, then another 24km into the next town (Taumaranui). I was running on fumes by then, as had been out riding for 14hrs. 

It was nice day to do another 100km. My legs seem to recover well overnight. Looking at the course profile, there would be a lot of climbing today, but nothing I can’t handle.

The TA guidebook is broken up into sections of different distances, but I like to plan 50km sections, which is half a day riding. I knew I could knock off slightly more than 2x 50km on a good day.

I fueled up at the local Rhubarb cafe then hit the road, and it was straight into a long, gradual climb…exactly my kind of gradient! I was powering up as fast as the other TA riders. 

As I went through Mangakino, who did I bump into?  Mum!!!  She’d come up to make sure her boy was OK before he disappears into the Pureora forest. Our family friend Jane was with mum- they’d made a last minute decision to come. We had lunch together, then I headed off on the 2nd 50km section, which would get me to Pureora, the start of the timber trail.  I thought I’d get there early for a good rest before tackling the timber trail tomorrow.  My load was also marginally lighter- I gave mum my wallet complete with library cards and loyalty cards. What was I thinking? A credit card and two bank cards and driver license are all I’m carrying now.

It was all good until the road disappeared and turned into a 4 wheel drive track, which then turned into a rickety old bridge that threatened to drop the rider 10m onto the stream below. Luckily for me, a unicycle is easy to get through…I don’t fancy getting with a fully loaded touring bike across. From then on the Arataki track just got rougher and rougher. A section that should have taken 4 hrs took an extra 2. 

Once through the horror section there were still a few climbs to get to the center of North Island marker (photo checkpoint 8) before arriving at Pureora where we would begin the timber trail. 
It was dark by the time I arrived- I’d bonked and had started eating my food for the Timber Trail ride. Luckily, some amazing people staying at the Doc cabins fed the riders as they came in, and there was still plenty left which Simon (another TA rider) got out for me. A big thank you to those kind people, whoever you are!

Today was one of the nicest riding days. It was cool and cloudy, and we had more of the compacted rail trail. 

At one point there a big dairy cow in the middle of the trail, which I found tricky to get past. It just trotted ahead of me, mammary glands sloshing, while spraying me with cow dung.

I went past Te Aroha, then to Matamata, best known for Hobbiton, the Tolkien land where hobbits lived. After another photo checkpoint (the Hobbit themed Isite building), I set off toward Arapuni. As I headed out, my tyre felt squishy. Did I let too much air out to deal with the gravel? I wasn’t going to chance it so had a quick pitstop at Bob’s bikes for a tube change. 

As I headed out of Matamata I met a young family who had been following my tour- dad Matt and daughters Tilly and Aster (?sp). The were ready with L&P and bananas. Yeah!!! My very own TA trail angels. 
After that it was onto a straight into a busy state highway where I spent much time trying to go as far into shoulder as possible to avoid getting squished. 
I was pretty tired by the time I reached Arapuni, but it would be my most enjoyable ride so far. 

I was feeling quite settled today, the routine was becoming familiar.  Wash, refuel, recover, then do it all again. It’s just another 100km unicycle ride!

The first section took me out toward Kawakawa Bay. It was quite picturesque but the road camber was tricky to negotiate.  Like many NZ roads, it must have been designed by someone who hates unicyclists. On a bike, you can correct for road camber easily. On a unicycle, you’re fighting to go in a straight line. I’m normally fairly adept at riding camber, but saddle sores made it hard to adjust my body position. 

I has a mild panic a few days ago when I couldn’t straighten the fingers in my left hand. Arghh! I must have an ulnar nerve palsy. On close inspection, I had no numbness and had reasonable power even if I couldn’t straighten fully, so I self diagnosed tendinitis…today it started clicking and locking, consistent with swollen tendons/sheath/trigger finger. I changed my hand position to ease up on the A1 pulley.  Riding 10-12hrs a day does that!

After a nice climb out of Kawakawa Bay, I rode further along the very pretty coastline, before getting onto the Hauraki rail trail just after the Miranda Hot Springs.  It’s a fantastic trail…it you like riding on ball bearings. The freshly laid gravel is not compacted, so the ride consisted of picking the best line through slippery, grabby stones. 

I took the obligatory selfie with dairy cows (photo checkpoint 6) as I continued to Paeroa. I also met Bruce Vickerman, a unicyclist who lives out this way, as he came out to say hi!

The last 30km to Paeroa was much more compacted, and I went into spinny leg mode and had a blast, loving the gravel! This is how it should be. 

At Paeroa, home of the famous Lemon and Paeroa (L&P) drink, I did the tourist thing and took a photo next to thd giant L&P bottle. 

Finally arrived at my motel to find the office shut. Arghh! I forget to ring ahead to say I’d be late. With a lot of arm flapping and waving, I managed to attract the attention of the owners who let me in. Phew!