On the ride down from the the top of the range I meet the first cyclist "going my way". Almost the exact same. Finally some company!
As I stop for a drink Alison heads back on the road to Wanaka and we agree to meet up later in the camp ground, which by early evening is filled with cyclists.
Wanaka is much more like Queebstown was supposed to be, a haven for outdoor enthusiasts and once again entirely picturesque.