We’d entered Victoria, the Garden State, in mid December but to be truthful it didn’t feel like an Aussie summer at that point in time. The weather was still very cold at night and wet and windy quite a lot. We took a break from the bikes and headed home to Broken Hill for Xmas and then returned to much...
Somewhere along the line we’d both envisaged this day. It was our last ride. The final ride of a trip that has crossed a continent on bicycles newly purchased in Perth. A ride that chalked up our 7000th km and would be our final leg of 3 transcontinental journeys. In the last 2 years we’ve completed Trans-Asia, Trans-Africa and now...
We spent a great week enjoying the good company of family and the surf culture of Manly in Sydney as we planned the final assault on Brisbane. As luck would have it the Hurley Australian Open Surf and Skate Carnival was being played out only metres from where we were staying. We were treated to a continuous procession of boards,...
Not before time, we finally got to send almost 8 kgs of our winter gear on to Brisbane, so with fresh legs, a tail wind and a big load off, the hills on the way to Ulladulla didn’t seem nearly as hard as those before Bateman’s Bay. Still 55km took us just over 3 hours and we were glad to...
Well we literally did “chill” in Lakes Entrance. With the heat wave breaking several records all over Victoria we holed up in the unexpected air conditioning, venturing out, only in the cool of the evening to visit the various social hotspots around town… We had planned it well again. Our biggest worry was a bushfire near Cann River that had...
Viewpoint at 13th Beach – Victoria With the Great Ocean Road behind us we were on the next major leg of our cycling tour across Australia to the Pacific Coast. After taking the coastal road track from Torquay via the very beautiful 13th Beach, we arrived in a compact and very pretty Queenscliffe on the Western inlet of Port Phillip...
Heading into the Xmas period the pressure to be places and fit in with other people’s schedules started to mount. We’d made a promise to be home in Broken Hill for Xmas but really had had no idea where we would be when the time came to abandon the bikes and find a way back. We figured Melbourne but bad...
What a difference a day makes. After an enforced rest day in Robe because of crazy high winds (in the wrong direction), we awoke to a gorgeous sunny day with fairly mild winds and perfect mid twenty temperatures. We had a fairly short cycling day planned to Beachport (~50km) so there was no hurry to get on the bikes. When...
We were a bit shabby the next morning having had one too many refreshing beverages with our mate Scotty. By the time we had the tent down and everything on board we were feeling something close to human. Heading down the main street of Strathalbyn to try and find breakfast, we were greeted by the sight of dozens of bikers...
Mark had driven me up this route a couple of days before and left me in no doubt as to how difficult it would be. It’s a steep 10km climb that tested even the more experienced road cyclists with their feather-weight bikes. Yes we’d met a few hills in our ride through the Barossa Valley but this was a whole...
29 Sep, 2014
