Fight against the sun

After 450 km and a few stops we arrived in the Greta Valley. Located about 100km north of Christchurch, between the mountains and the sea. A perfect accommodation with a huge house and in the middle of nature. Horses, sheep and chickens around ect.ect.ect.

The weather also cooperated and so the travel companion decided to hike up the hill behind the pasture to take a few nice photos in order to get the entire area in front of the lens.

I had to go with you too and just had time to grab a small (300ml) water bottle and off we went up the mountain. On the way we frightened off many sheep, who watched with astonished eyes as the traveling companion shot up the hill in a hurry, followed by the heavy steam locomotive, which snorted behind with a bright red head. When we arrived at the first platform, the locomotive's water supply was already half used up. The photos were taken but another plateau was discovered, which was then driven to without waiting for a response. The reference to the increased UV exposure was ignored because people had smeared themselves with LF 50 as a precaution. Given the location and the radiation, the steam locomotive then began to ration the water and only took very small sips from the bottle and then kept it in its mouth for as long as possible. Unfortunately, unfortunately the next plateau was unsuitable for a photo and we continued upwards. No tree provided shade because the path led through commercial forestry and every shade provider had probably already been built into a house or burned on a cruise ship. There was only grass. At some point the highest point was reached and the steam locomotive was almost without water despite strict rationing. But unfortunately, unfortunately it wasn't supposed to go back the same way, but rather on a barely visible path in the opposite mountain ridge. The way there turned out to be a little more difficult than expected and the sun was now burning through the sun protection factor 50, which unfortunately only increased the pace of the travel companion. But there is no shadow anywhere. After another hour in the blazing sun, we reached the other ridge around 2 p.m. and were rewarded with a fantastic view. Once we had scared away the sheep that had made themselves comfortable under the only source of shade (a water tank), we had a break.

The steam locomotive had already exceeded the maximum temperature and wanted to climb into the water tank. However, it turned out above that it was empty. The stupid sheep had probably drunk everything.

So initially just cooling with air, which has also worked for Porsche for years.

The way downhill took another hour. At around 4 p.m. the day was already over. This is followed by extensive fluid intake and treatment of the radiation damage.

The only consolation for the bargain hunters that day: no expenses.