Farewell To QLD

After the intensive ride to Brisbane, I was as ready as ever to get off the bike, and on the beer. I had contacted Kel, my friend that I met in Arno Bay, Port Kenny and Esperance. Kel was minding a beautiful luxury house for his brother in Redcliffe, just north of Brisbane. Kel invited me to come and stay at this house for a night or two. It was a strange feeling to see Kel on the other side of Australia and we were both very happy to see each other. The weather was superb so we made the most of it by swinging past the pub for a few beers in the sun.

The house we stayed at was beautiful and well stocked with delicious food and drink. We explored the pantries like excited little boys finding sweets, seafood and expensive steaks to relieve our (my) insatiable hunger. There was also a fully stocked bar to be utilized. 

The next day I unloaded my bike and Kel brought out his racer for a ride. Kel knew the cycle paths very well and I thoroughly enjoyed following him around the coastal cycle routes under the blazing sun. We rode for some time and I had the feeling that Kel was testing my fitness from time to time. 

We spent the second night sitting up chatting into the late hours of the night. Unfortunately I didn't make it to bed until 2am, which made it rather difficult to rise for my early 4am start to attempt the ride through Brisbane city. But none-the-less I found myself riding bleary-eyed through the dark, early hours of the morning to beat the building traffic. 

Riding through Brisbane was slow and laborious, taking far longer then expected to cross. I enjoyed the beautiful view crossing the Story Bridge chased by angry motorists rushing to start their work days. 

From here it was a very long, sleepy ride all the way (more then 150km's) to the Gold Coast. The ride encompassed a difficult climb up Tambourine Mountain, offering stunning views over the Gold Coast from the top. 

When I finally arrived on the Gold Coast just after dark, my eyes were red, my legs were sore and my body odor was radiating after long hours of climbing. Thankfully I was to live in luxury for another night! Kate, a close family friend living in a high-rise building had invited me to stay, and had dinner waiting upon my arrival. So after a cold shower and a tasty Thai meal, I relished the opportunity to relax with Kate for a chat and a drink, before well and truly hitting the hay.
This was my last full day riding in Queensland, and I was excited to be entering the next leg of my journey. What did New South Whales have in store for me?

                                                                                  Turtle Head

                                                                               Green Tree Frog

                                                                           A wet weather camp

                                                                            Mother of all monsters: Echidna

                                                                                  Dirt Track Riding

A Rainy Start

It took me two weeks and two days to reach Brisbane from Cairns - a journey covering two thousand km's.
Unfortunately I uncovered a strong negative correlation between increased distance per day, and meeting less people along the way - resulting in far less adventures. Sleeping in the bush every night also stunted my social activities.
None the less I was flying along in order to arrive home within budget. My biggest issue was water falling from the east coast sky. Day in day out I could expect at least some small showers, if not a full day of cold, miserable, soaked to the bone riding. I looked frantically for shelters to pitch my tent under - a process that inevitably slowed me down significantly. My skin would be wrinkly from hours in the rain, my feet numb from waterlogged shoes, and inevitably some water would sneak its way into my bags to wet my prized possessions. My camera stopped working, my internet dongle went for a swim and even my precious odometer threw the towel in. Looking into the blank screen of my odometer felt like looking into the empty eyes of deceased friend. I didn't realize just how often I look at that small screen, relying on it for information of my daily efforts. How far had I ridden? How fast was I traveling? What was my average speed?
As all this rain plummeted downwards, so did my spirits. I tried not to let it bug me but eventually it drove me wild with frustration.
On one particular day when the rain seemed to climax and everything I owned (including my tent and sleeping gear) was soaking wet, I made the decision to make an exception to my rule, and check into a motel room. I needed a heater to dry my belongings and dry out my soaking morale. So I stopped in the tiny town of Marlborough and coughed up the $50 for a single room. Luckily the lady working there took sympathy of my blue lips and sad frown and bumped my booking up to a double room with an en suite.
The room was a dingy small building with a tin roof that echoed loudly under the thundering rain. I liked the sound. It smelt musty, the television didn't work and the windows whistled in the wind. However, I had a roof over my head, a small heater and a comfy bed. I got to work drying out my gear carefully and charged my computer in order to watch a film to whiz me away to another world. The net result was positive. I left in the morning refreshed, dry, happy and determined. To add to this, the downpour from the night seemed to leave nothing for the morning - the sun was even shining!    

         

The East Coast Cruize

My mind was set. I knew what I wanted to do and how I was going to do it. When I arrived back at Cairns it was time to make my move. I felt cool, calm and collected with a strong dash of determination. Funds were dangerously low, the rainy season was fast approaching and my bum was soft again from days off the bike. Things were going to be tough, but I was ready to grit my teeth and push on down busy highways and hilly terrain.
There was a strong necessity for sacrifice, and this materialized in the form of bush camping Every. Night. From. Now. On. This may sound wimpy, but camping out in the sticks on Australia's busiest coast was going to take some dedication and discipline. It meant that showering was out the window. As was electricity for charging my computer, camera etc. It also meant that I would never know where I was headed for the night. Riding through open farm crops hoping wildly that trees would soon take over to provide some shelter to lay my weary head. If the trees didn't appear on the horizon, where would I sleep? If it got too late and I found myself riding through busy suburbia, how would I find a suitable place to camp in the black of the night?
Well, after a great deal of anxiety about sleeping under the stars from now on, my first night was spent inside a house in a nice warm bed. Hardcore! After a long days cycling I pitched my tent on the side of the road surrounded by banana plantations. The sun had gone down and I was busying myself cooking rice with tuna. Quite suddenly a quad motorbike came roaring past not far from my tent. The two passengers doubled back to see what I was up to. When they slid off the seat, I noticed very quickly that they were extremely intoxicated. Both male and female were holding cans of rum, swaying on the spot slurring their speech a great deal. I didn't catch either name, but this couple were the banana farm owners surrounding me. I was invited to come to their house to have a hot meal, a shower and a bed. I felt a little apprehensive about staying with two drunk people that lived in a matrix of tall banana plants. To make matters more uncomfortable, they made regular 'jokes' about the film Wolf Creek, which sent shivers down my spine. However, I was stinky and hungry and keen for another adventure. So I followed the motorbike through the darkness around endless winding dirt roads - quite like a maze. How would I find my way back out in the morning? Oh well, I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it.
The night turned out to be far less remarkable then I had hoped. When we arrived I was chased by a vicious pitbull 'fluffy'. It was on a long chain but for that split second when I didn't know how long the chain was, I just froze on the spot and panicked. There were wild pigs chained to a heavy machine in the garden, which were being fattened up for tucker. They were not happy to see me. I was treated to a horrible bowl of half cooked sausage stew, and promptly jumped in the shower. When I came back out the pair of these drunken characters were fast asleep (past out) on the couch. Fantastic. So I snooped around the house in order to find the spare bedroom, lay my head on a rock hard mattress, and drifted away. What a start to my East Coast adventure.          

                                                                         Well... Dad???

                                                                   Yellow-breasted Sunbird

                                                                           Evil eyes

Sydney - Take One

A holiday from a holiday, sounds too good to be true! I had received a call from my Dad when I was arriving in Chillagoe - "You had better be in Cairns by the 16th of October to catch a flight into Sydney". It was a statement not a question, but obviously I would not protest! My relatives from Germany were arriving in Sydney for a short three days and the rest of my relatives (living in Aus) were flying in to meet them. It would have been a disappointment to miss a rare family reunion and my amazing father had made sure that I would be included. What is more, he didn't tell anybody that I would be joining them, so I was somewhat of a surprise - particularly for my immediate family.

So very early on a warm starry morning I stowed my bike in the shed of a friendly caravan park and with a backpack on my back, made my way on foot towards the airport. I walked through the darkness for hours, but I had allowed plenty of time to arrive and catch my flight without rushing. Every process ran like clock-work, and I was soon walking through the busy streets of Sydney. I was relieved to find that the weather was warm and sunny, and it was strange to feel the dry air on my skin after so long.
According to dad's updates, my relatives were dining at a Bavarian restaurant. So showered but perhaps a little scruffy, I made my way through the hustle and bustle. I was very excited to surprise everybody, and had played the potential scene in my mind time and time again.
When I walked in my sister Michaela was the first to see me. She let out a loud scream which was soon echoed by my other sister Stacey. I was showered with cuddles and kisses and it was just fantastic to see my stunned mother, and shake hands with the man who made it all happen. My Oma and Opa were very shocked to see me, and I was the happiest boy in the world to see them. My aunt and uncle were there also and I was thrilled to see them, having kept in close contact throughout the trip thus far.

When my German relatives arrived the party was complete, and we spent the next few days eating delicious food, walking the streets of Sydney and enjoying the buzzing atmosphere created by all the wonderful people.
The last day was spent with my immediate family, and it meant the world to me mucking around with everybody walking, talking eating and laughing. I even had the chance to nick off with dad to the pub for a few quiet beers. It was going to be hard to say goodbye to everybody once more to continue my cycling trip. But, all good things must come to an end, and before I knew it I was cuddling mum goodbye and flying back north to tackle the east coast.
I would like to take the time here to say an incredibly big thank you to my Dad - the altruistic man who inspires with generosity and cheerfulness. Dad, you're a great man, thanks for everything.

The east coast was going to be busy and expensive, and my plan was to push those peddles harder then ever in an effort to arrive in one piece with a dollar still in my pocket. Cyclist - start your engine!

                                                                             The full family shot

                                                               Enjoying a beer with my beautiful sisters

                                                                                  What a view!

                                                                             Family shot