A day for ducks and kangaroos When I got up this morning it took me a while before I decided that I was going to cycle today, wether I did the right thing I’m still not sure. I knew today it was going to be rainy but the thought to spend it in Woodside was…
Category: Places
The Great Southern Rail Trail
Stumbling into a little gem. All in all not a bad day, as the song say “ain’t got no rain”. Getting out of Inverloch was a bit weird as it appeared as if nobody was around. I’ve decided that I’m going to keep a tally of the animal I see, or better, the ones I…
Here comes the rain
Open the sky and let her come down Day two has proven to be a different beast altogether. I got some good tips last night in conversation with some other campers and started bright and early to try and fold away the tent before the rain started. I only just managed, and i was on…
Flat roads are not boring
Another restart but without the trauma. One is always a bit unsure on what to expect from a new country on the first day of cycling. It is true that this is not the real first day as I cycled from the airport to town but it sort of feels like it. The guys in…
Sailing close to the wind
Three sheet to the wind, and some more sayings. After a few days of not doing so much, beside getting ready to fly to Melbourne with the bicycle, it was time to, quite literally, embark on the next challenge, learning to sail a yacht. This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a very…
By hook or by crook
It’s a good thing this was the last day of cycling and camping for a while. Snap, this is the sound which froze me while I was disassembling the tent. The shorter of the two aluminium tubes that form the structure of the tent finally gave up the ghost. You can see from the large…
Last night camping in New Zealand
All the best things in life are free The time on the road in New Zealand is slowly coming to an end, today is the last of the long runs. The plan was always to leave a light last day to see if I could shoehorn in some of the stuff I have to do…
I’m not a racist but…
The privilege of not wanting much. It’s another slow news day, one of the transfer day where the only exciting thing is at the destination rather than on route. This normally means that I get lost in al sort of thoughts and the subject today is something that I’ve been mulling over for a while….