Don't know exactly what they were eating but here is the Kiwi description."Maggi Soup, cheesy one-pot pasta and steamed pud never tastes so good as when capping off a big day."
"Steel roads" are mentioned a lot. I think these are gravel?"Push bikes" (bicycles) vs motor bike
Here are a few from Ollies blog that had some very interesting terms and style.
"As a rule, I am staunchly dismissive of the offensive naffness of saddle bags...""......long relatively un-technical trails that fill the bulk of the Brevet’s chubby body." "....... a buzzing family campground with an early morning visit from a V8 driving bogan the only downer on a sweet and sheltered camping spot.""....it left my face and body layered with a putty of beech and mud that meant my attempts for service at the bakery would be met with a hearty West Coast ‘piss off’."
I was a bit jealous of Ollie as he had done a couple of brevets already in the NZ summer (I had one 70 mi race, the Growler, under my belt that Ollie had come over for also.) and was accustomed to riding in the rain and dry as NZ seems to have both conditions at different times and places on the islands. And yes Ollie and Craig Stappler had taken off in the rain on day 2 while most everyone else was hunkered down in the motel. So at this point they were about a day ahead of me. However they were killing it and I don't think I could've hung on a good day so awesome job dudes!
When we last left our hero, me not Ollie, he had bonked with low blood sugar late in the night at the top of a pass at Crystal Park above Elkhorn Hot Springs and had slept on a pull out off the highway. Apparently there are great places to stay just a few miles down the pass if I hadn't dallied so long at Wise River or bonked.... I woke up and tried to shake the frost off of my bivy sack and sleeping bag from condensation. If you want to sleep in warmer locations, go to the BOTTOM of the pass! I put on all my clothes and started down the pass. There are at least 4 lodges and some campgrounds as you come down! I noticed that my swollen legs weren't quite as swollen but my right eye had fluid around it as it had the day before but not as bad. As I came down in the below freezing morning air, a guy named Russ hopped out his truck and took the picture of me below.
I hung out in the beautiful lodge and ate some great breakfast made by his wife and her mother (for too long again). He told me of Ollie and Craig that had eaten the day before. Ollie told him a story of New Zealand sheep shearing where the sheep had gotten so fat with wool that they had to roll him down to get it cut. I'm pretty sure I heard the same story from other friends from NZ but he really liked it. He had pictures of them and Eszter from the night before. Eszter stayed at another lodge and couldn't eat breakfast as she was leaving so early. Among other things we talked was the diabetes and that he has type 2 and about his mother in law (91yrs old and looking good!) whose father had been from Mancos where I grew up. I grabbed a sandwich, with my secret weapon enclosed for the road and he took my picture.