I'll just say, from my personal experience, I didn't wing my way around but I remember over 20 years' ago I had hurt myself in a cycling crash and couldn't work. I was overseas, and I decided to come back to New Zealand and cycle around the South Island. My legs still worked and one arm still worked, so I could hang on to the handle bars. I chucked a backpack on the back of the bike so I could go tramping. I cycled around the South Island, interspersed with tramping along the way. Looking at this freedom camping bill, I was like "Man, would I have been caught by this?", and I probably would have been. Camping within 200 metres: there are times when it's pouring with rain and you're in the middle of nowhere. For example, I cycled between Nelson Lakes to Hanmer via Rainbow Road, located in the Molesworth Recreation Reserve. You know, that took a couple of days. I was actually cycling with this American guy that I'd met along the way. We cycled for about a week together, I think. I remember cycling through that area and he had this little tape recorder strapped on his handle bars—this was back in the days when people used tape recorders—and had Bob Dylan playing. So there we are, cycling through the middle of the mountains, no one else around, Bob Dylan playing, and living the dream. I can tell you: there were no toilets anywhere. There were no composting toilets. There were no toilets strapped to the bicycle. It just wasn't happening. But being responsible campers, there's ways and means of ensuring that you don't leave something behind that shouldn't be left behind. 