Skip to content

The Last Road North - Johanna Brebner

In this fourth and final journal, Johanna Brebner reflects on the closing chapter of a truly remarkable adventure — cycling the full length of Aotearoa with her surfboard strapped to her bike. After three months on the road, each turn of the pedals has brought her to new landscapes, fresh waves, lifelong lessons, and a deepened connection to the land she calls home.


----------------------------
 
 
The peanut butter rice cake splits in half and falls to the soggy ground near my muddy shoe. Sideways rain pelts down relentlessly, yet my stomach has signaled that food is a higher priority than finding shelter to eat in. The peanut butter jar balances precariously on the handlebars, slowly filling with water. The rice cakes are soaking up the moisture- laden air. I feel alive. My rice cakes - not so much. It’s still early in the day. The winds are forecasted to reach 70kmph by the afternoon, so I do my best to make the most of the weather window before bunkering down further up the coast. Thankfully, we’ve lucked out - Milo’s family have a house close enough to reach before the storm gets to us. After only a single day of rain in three weeks in the South, the North Island sure has delivered us a medley of weather patterns. Combine that with a significant increase in elevation, and my quads have been reduced to a permanent spaghetti-like state.  
Google claims that one health benefit of regular cycling is reduced stress levels. This is true - until you arrive in Northland. It turns out properties here don't often have fences, and as result, neighbourhood dogs roam the streets freely. One moment I am biking peacefully along the pavement, the next, I am surrounded by barking and find myself entangled in a dog chase – uphill – I am what it is chasing. I tap into some un-human sphere of energy to outrun this pooch, who is probably having the time of its life. Apparently, I must be quite a fun object to chase as this is the third furry pursuit of the day. A great way to keep me on my toes and make some solid ground north in a short space of time.  After three weeks of riding up the center of the island (things hadn't gone quite to plan) and out pacing canine fury, the surf blues had started to rear their irritable head. When we finally caught sight of the ocean in Northland - after three grey, landlocked weeks - my heart and soul were absolutely filled with childlike glee. I found myself flying down the line on a surf mat in knee- high slop, hooting like a crazy woman. Never been happier. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, so they say. My surfing heart was very fond of these tiny peelers, which most normal ocean dwellers would not blink an eye at. Low expectations are a desperate lady’s best friend.  
We arrived in Te Rerenga Wairua, the northern most part of New Zealand, late that week – marking the end of this wild and grand adventure. That final day of riding was incredibly special: 88km along the beach with only the gulls and a few lone fishermen keeping me company. From there, the route turned off-road, up a small riverbed and climbed up, up a series of steep inclines that had me walking the last few kilometers. Laughing to myself, completely humbled by the timing of it all, I thought: Isn’t this the part I'm supposed to have superhuman fitness and be flying with ease through the final hours? Perhaps three months of the New Zealand road diet had finally caught up with me - and a few late nights singing our hearts out with new friends (sorry neighbours) had slowed the pace to a humble walk. Hurry slowly, so they say.  

The land at Te Rerenga Wairua is powerful. A lone pōhutukawa stands silhouetted on the cliffside at the farthest point. In Māori tradition, this is where spirits journey after death, traveling up the country to this tree before departing to the ancestral homeland of Hawaiki. Sacred ground. An absolute honour to finish the journey here.  
It feels strange not to be on the bike every waking second. Planning routes, filming, checking forecasts, answering a bazillion questions. I am so used to being outside, that I feel claustrophobic in houses and cars. All the windows MUST be down so I can breathe haha. The inevitable adjustment period from life on a bike, to life off it (for now). Someone asked me recently if there was ever a point when I wanted to can the whole thing and give up. Truth be told, life on the road feels more natural to me than life off it, and there was never a thought that crossed my mind to stop. If anyone out there is considering doing a similar trip – go for it. If you’ve got the time and patience to be at complete surrender to the elements, the slow pace of moving through a place in this nature is one of the best things you can do.  
Huge thanks to all the team at needessentials for allowing the space and opportunity for this slight madness to unfold and supporting us all along the way. It’s been a wild and wonderful journey. Endless thanks and gratitude to Cameron Haylock and Milo Inglis who endured trapsing around the countryside in a vehicle but going the pace of a bike for most of it. They are two of the most patient men alive – and both exceptionally talented film makers and editors who have captured the journey in such a beautiful way. It would be nothing without them, and we are so excited to start working on the film over the coming months and create something beautiful to share with you all.  

Last but not least, thank you to every beautiful soul who housed us, fed us, lead us, drove us, lent a helping hand and graced us with your company. These trips are made what they are through human connection on the road, and every one of you made it what it is. Also, shout out to every single driver who gave us a wide birth across the length of the country - hahaha glad to make it out alive!! 
 
2,312km, 21,544m elevation.  
0kms to go, 0m elevation, done and dusted baby!!! weeeeee 
x