MTB Queenstown: Watching Bikes
It’s dusty here, and the sun – strong - is beating down hot. I scuff at the floor, eyes darting to a shaded spot just a few long paces away. Gaze up, I pull my cap down and take a short sip of rationed water.
Entry 1: One Step at a Time
Day 1 – or 3? Or 2? Jetlag disorientation has officially set in.