D Day: Port Severn to Orillia (45kms) Winter had returned! It was cold and overcast, but at least it wasn’t raining for our first day of our new adventure on the bikes. Fully loaded and dressed in about every winter item we had, including our thermals, we took the obligatory photo with Ian and Maddie and headed down the drive...
It was a short comfortable ride from Ruse, and once again we were thankful we’d decided to put the bikes on public transport. Narrow, crowded roads, with next to no shoulder would have made cycling a nerve wracking proposition. And the detour off the main freeway through steep inclines would have tested our endurance. As it was, we arrived in...
After our great experience with Latvian rural hospitality, we were mentally and physically rejuvenated. With significant fossil deposits in the adjoining valley, the temptation to stay another night at Plost Krog’s and do some fossicking was high for me (Tim). The attraction, however, was lost on Shazz, and we departed after breakfast the next morning, heading towards Kuldiga. The mornings ride was...
One of the most difficult things for us to believe when we crossed the Estonian-Latvian border was that we’d only cycled a total of about 300km in Estonia. Compared to Australia, the Baltic States are tiny. That being said it was late afternoon and still about 120 km to Riga, so we would need two stops along the way. Handy...
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...
With mended legs from our day off in Warragul, a tailwind and a huge shoulder on the highway, the 56km ride to Traralgon couldn’t have been more different to the one to Warragul just two days before. There were a couple of hills to get out of town but then it was flat and fast all the way. The big...
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...
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A Colonial Hamlet – Nuwara Eliya
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