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Clueless in aotearoa

From North cape to bluff, New Zealand

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Clueless on Darky’s Spur Clueless on Darky’s Spur

Clueless on Darky’s Spur

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Clueless cows up north

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Clueless and listing into a changeable southern sq Clueless and listing into a changeable southern squal. #cluelesstrails

Clueless and listing into a changeable southern squal. #cluelesstrails

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Clueless in Kaiaua. A loooong way from the hood. Clueless in Kaiaua. A loooong way from the hood.

Clueless in Kaiaua. A loooong way from the hood.

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A Clueless breakfast. Waiting waiting… A Clueless breakfast. Waiting waiting...

A Clueless breakfast. Waiting waiting…

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More grinding, gravel and grim through to Central More grinding, gravel and grim through to Central Hawke’s Bay.

More grinding, gravel and grim through to Central Hawke’s Bay.

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First trailhead of the season. 1,670m in 46km. Tha First trailhead of the season. 1,670m in 46km. That’s why I’m not smiling. Clueless.

First trailhead of the season. 1,670m in 46km. That’s why I’m not smiling. Clueless.

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A Covid Clueless reunion

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Completely Clueless idea somewhere south of Auckla Completely Clueless idea somewhere south of Auckland.

Completely Clueless idea somewhere south of Auckland.

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Getting out amongst it in Hawke’s Bay. Blowing a Getting out amongst it in Hawke’s Bay. Blowing a gale from the south. Hard yakka. Have another Clueless buddy for future adventures.

Getting out amongst it in Hawke’s Bay. Blowing a gale from the south. Hard yakka. Have another Clueless buddy for future adventures.

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Blowing out the cobwebs. #cluelesstrails Blowing out the cobwebs. #cluelesstrails

Blowing out the cobwebs. #cluelesstrails

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Back to being Clueless in Auckland. #intergalacticsurlybikes #cluelesstrails

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Episode

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September 16, 2019

Chasing the sound of the Zydeco from Opelousas to Lafayette

Time to slow down and explore the Cajun culture. We’re heading for old Opelousas then south to Lafeyette.

On any given Sunday

The trail

 We were expecting something. What we got was Sunday: church, family and football. As it should be.

So we rolled through the tiny heart of Opelousas, this once confederate capital.  It’s old cobbled streets a broken crackle in the heat, occupied only by our imagined ghosts in all their finery peeking just out of eyeshot through broken shutters and boarded up shop windows. The only respite from the quiet came from Angelle who served us up frosted malts on West Landry Street.

It’s leafy Sunday back streets all prayer book pretty, with bright Acadian flags flying from porches and lush front yards. The same flag we’ve used on the bandana on this particular Clueless Trail. We moved on south to Lafayette.

Travelling the backways and byways to Lafayette with the wind at our heal and the sun on our face. The heat was ridiculous. Horse suggest I wear my bandana like a hood to cover up. I said I’m not sure wearing a hood in Southern Louisiana was such a good idea.

We rode on until camp  We were hoping for the cool of another Bayou, when we stumbled on Nicole at Shaky’s drive-through daiquiri. It seems odd, but by some legislative quirk you can buy a cocktail from a car in Louisiana, so long as you don’t buy a straw. A bit like buying a loaded gun, so long as it’s not cocked. What could possibly go wrong?

Nicole worked her magic at the ice machine as Horse and I order up the crazy in one litre pails. All chased down with a frito-pie and seafood rotel. Both heinously unhealthy, and all the more delicious. Nicole you are legend. I’d open Shaky back home any day.

Stuffed full and squishy we rode the warm pitch of evening to camp, spending the late of the evening all sway to a chorus of the night cricket and the distant whistle of locomotive working the line south.

The story

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on trail

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Legends

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