We decided to spend a night in that wonderful tourist destination Palmerston North.
Actually we were very impressed with good ol' Palmy - good restaurants, great art gallery and a great museum. I also spent some time in the rugby museum.
But this post is not about Palmy, it's about getting there and getting home.
The Mitsibushi ran really well - it's an easy car to drive.
The start of this weeked seemed to be a popular time for accidents. As we travelled north we discovered that State Highway 1 was blocked (and closed) just south of Paekakareki because of a crash with a hot rod and a truck. We had to turn around. Shelley suggested that we take the Paekakareiki Hill Road. I remember riding my motorbike over that as a youngster, but have avoided the road in my older age because of the bloody big drop. I also knew that we wouldn't be the only people to have this idea and there could be a bloody traffic jam up there.
It was busy up there, but we did make it over to State Highway 1 and were able to continue on our adventure.
Would you believe it? Coming home the road was closed again by another accident. Shelley, that lover of alternative routes and not a fan of Bob's (my late dad) often used statement that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line, suggested that we take the Akatarawa Hill Road to Upper Hutt.
Well, we didn't really have much choice; anyway, I remembered it as an okay road.
For most of the first half the road was a single narrow lane and very very winding - to an extreme!
When cars came the other way getting past each other was a problem.
Shelley, the passenger, was on the 'drop side' for a fair amount of the journey and this might have helped cure her of funny little back roads.
Okay, I don't have a head for heights and The Curmudgeon will probably say I'm just being a big baby but give me State Highway 1 any time.