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2010 A tour down under

Franz of reiseraeder.de gave birth to the idea of taking a standard Touring bike of his instead of my own, because the financial and logistical effort would have been far too big.

that ´s it

The trip has begun:

Shady Glen Crv Park, Darwin Australia

Shady Glen Crv Park, Darwin Australia

Seaview

Seaview

Unfortunately it’s winter, which means rainingtime here. Big areas in centralAustralia are flooded at the momernt,

even the GHAN had te be stopped, so my Ayers Rock plans are in severe danger.

But I will go south anyway

My first australian visitor

My first australian visitor

Snakes, spiders crocodiles,

the Aussies make big show of all the danders down here.

Mates, these buddies are dangerous:

sorry, another click required

But: cool

Mangrove swamps

croc pested rivers

billions of termites

falling by my speedingbike, as I drive south. The extreme heat and humidity

are giving me big trouble

new plan required!

Because of this

Because of this

this

this

and this

and this

there will not be a cycletour to Alice Springs, not that way

Too many people have drowned in the desert.

That ´s why

Skinny Dog

first takes me to

Katherine Gorge

Kookaburra

Nimitluk national park

far into the desert to ALICE SPRINGS

looking south

to make it complete, I caught the flu.

That ´s why I make daytrips around ALICE through -after beeing flooded last week – green

desert

in the desert

into the West and East McDonnell Ranges to

Simpson ´s Gap

Emily ´s Gap

car plate: SHIT HAPPENS

meet a guy who defenitely is crazier than me

vitit the Alice Springs Desert Park

Royal Flying Doctors Service

the flying doctors

and because it ´s important to drink a lot, if you got a cold, the “Lindemann” is seen at the Bo`s in the evening

Bojangles Saloon

black snakes

and coloured people

populate the centre of Alice.

The heat is dry down here, but so extreme that I get sunburn through the clothing!

So I decide to cycle at night:

waiting for sunset

like Lucky Luke

About midnight I reach STUARTS WELLS, the roadhouse is closed, but I can get water in the restrooms. When funny people appear out of the night, I continue. With full moon, I can ride without lights, the silence is incredible, rarely you meet a car. At about three o ´clock the moon ceases and the starry sky shows all of it ´s magnificence.

darkness

In the morning I have breakfast in ERLDUNDA. I made 203km.

Only two nights later, after a bad thunderstorm in the desert, between

Curtin Springs/ Mt. Connor

and YULARA, I reach

Ayers Rock

or Uluru

what the indigenous people or aboriginals call it.

Kata Tjuta - The Olgas

are more interesting but I decline politely, afetr watching the sky.

Kommt schon wieder einer...

Well done. I am told about hail later

stupid flyhat

After a substantial

Barbecue

-you buy the meat, cook it yourself and get as much ads as you manage

and discussion of

stupid laws

with stupid waiters – I wanted a glass of liquor, because I had completed 1000km, what a mess,

I had ordered a “shot”

(IF, you get it on ice, and you have to SIP it) I fled back into the

Sand desert

gastronomic desert

they heve their own beer, Kulgera Draught, but glasses of less than 0,2l.

deserted

is the road to COOBER PEDY, the “big hole of the white man”, that ´s what the name means in the abolanguage

I wouldn ´t even like to be dead here.

opal mines

centre

not much better

But big changes are in sight: South Australia.

One immediately recognizes the difference in the origin of the population: Free british and germans colonized this area, the restrooms are not for “mates” and “sheilas” but for “Ladies” and “Gents”. And if you let slip a “mašm” or “sir” in conversation, they like it.

My friend, the retired cadastral surveyor had explained that Australia is more or less flat.

So I imagined hills of 500m height, because I ´m so bored.

Adelaide Hills

I left out HAHNDORF, the historic german city, there was Schützenfest.

Tour Down Under ´s been here

And if I had planned it, they would have cycled here, too. Pity, they can ´t enjoy the landscape.

Chapea, Andre Greipel (winner)

salt desert

is on now. After I left the Adelaide Hills, I move along the COORONG, a beautiful lagoon, formed out of the mouth of Murray River into the Great Southern Ocean.

Strathalbyn

The night before I rested in this village, where I learned, that Kakadoos are a plague, more hateful than doves.

dreamtime

Tired, I look at the sign for the coorong resort, still 4km but it ´s another 45 to SALT CREEK. I ´m exhausted, but don ´t trust the signpost after my latest experiences. Cellphone, dial, oh! Connection!   The voice tells me”come down”. So Ihurry down the jolting road and find the best campsite of the tour. Run by aboriginal people, these don ´t smell but are very officious, they prepare dinner, Coorong Mullet, a lovely fish. While I ´m waiting for my food, the Chief tells me about the plans of his people. First, he was irritated, because I asked for the origin of the noise. After 4 weeks in the desert it didn ´t come up to me that the “noise” is the surf of the Southern Ocean, breaking at the shore 1km away. Suddenly everybody was gone, Iwas alone. With the surf, the unbelievable starry sky and billions of moskitoes.

Salt Creek Mate

The next day, I was so weak, that I accepted his offer to stay. Would have been a 100km to the next town and he clucked with beer, bed and freshly caught shark. Good decision:

Australian Pelican

A dream, you can hang out there for days, taste wind, waves, salt and watch nature.

Oz

just to show, what a lousy wind there was. And it wasn ´t even the Great Ocean Road.

Archäologie in Oz

That ´s Chinaman ´s Wells. Die archeologic facts are, that about 200 years ago, people built a well here.

It existed and gave sweet water. The white stuff is SALT.

The Aborigenes knew where and how.

So far for backwardly and declared to be humans “by law” (very popular saying down here)in the 70ies.

Declared to be human.

Get that right.

Lazy Lizard

This lad wasn ´t that lazy. He opened his mouth very grudgy when I took the picture.

no words

In there is everything tasty: Shark, Whale, fish and Calamari. Today very popular because of the italian and greek immigrants.The idea of eating cut squid did never occur to them in Oz, they used it as bait. Says Janice.

For a fistful of dollars

No idea why I didn ´t take a better picture of this tasty sandwich topping(Black Angus).

My appetite was whetted wherever I looked.

Mount Gambier

In “Lonely Planet”, they say nobody knows why the water is blue. Ahm, reflection of the sky, like we learnt at school?

proof: grey on the left, blue on the right

From the volcanoes of Mount Gambier I wanted to go down to the coast, to the Great Ocean Road.

why cheese is no good here

I could learn in this huge dairy. The have ten sorts of cheddar.

Nothing else.

Could be a vinery as well.

Seems like the put all tehe good wine into export, but handwork is not liked here.

And they name the stuff like this, for example:

whow

Honestly: this plasticbag thing is brilliant for cyclists. No weight and stable.

But I didn ´t like the wines very well, which might have reason that they don ´t work on one grape to make it perfect but pour everything together. So get might get a Sauvignon/Merlot/Shiraz in the licensed store.

They call it experimental. I call it blend.

Better I liked the local size of bottled beer: 0,75l

this very one I finished over the bar within 500m.

Carlton Draught 0,750l

Nelson/ Vic

In this nest, two young mates tried to get a german drunk. I finished them, one after another.

But they told me something that should be fateful for my forthcoming.

Grotto

London Bridge

12 Apostel

group with gentleman

are only some of the bizarre formations, the sea has whashed out of the limestone.                                                                                                                                                                                       I just wonder why nobody seems to see the old greek monastery:

no?

past the Apostels the road disappears into the inland, respectively the rainforest

rainforest

Maine ´s Rainforest Walk

fire watchpoint

only Skippy is missing

Great Otway National Park

Apollo Beach

this place I lost another half a day. So what? It ´s RAINforest.

cute

Great Ocean Road

Great Ocean Road

This road is a memorial for all those Australians who met their fate on the cruel battlefields of WW I

a little peace

Because of what the mates in NELSON told me, I have to speed up in GEELONG. The area is a big suburban part of MELBOURNE anyway, so it comply with me, that cyclists are allowed to drive the motorways in this progressive country. The noise is hard to stand after all the time out in desert and nature, but in the 3.5million city it will be much louder.

Motorway

bicycles crossing

cool, isn ´t it?

the other way round

Standstreifen nutzen!

first thoughts about work

as I reach the pulsating city of MELBOURNE, of whose hectic hustle and bustle I am repelled.

Port of Melbourne

Loud here

Melbourne Gaol

got into trouble at the Old Melbourne Gaol

(got to do that)

deathmasks of hanged

but not as much as those guys

chinese new year was, too

and they really went mad!

at last: the concrete & glass desert

where there was nothing like silence. Latest Feb.15th at 9pm it was over:

The guys in NELSON didn ´t only buy my beer, but the had given me an idea too:

you get everywhere with your LINDEMANN

excellent...

and sentimental

not only sentimental, when I realized, that Bon Scott is dead for 30 years now, who died when I had my first parties, experiences with alcohol and women, I was as you can say “thunderstruck”…

But I crossed Australia with a pushbiketo hear them play at home. Can ´t be that bad at all.

the last destination

I wanted to dig in for a last time, to show that a randonneur can go from A to B with ANY bicycle. 890km to SYDNEY within 3 days shouln ´t be a problem on the motorway. Loitered, took off at noon (got quite pissed at the concert) and had 200km at 10pm. New moon is not helpful on the motorway. Persistently, I ran into wrecked trucktires and broken glass, which made the brave Schwalbe tires give up at least. They had seen better days anyway, but the small pieces of wire from the waste on the road led to six punctures within two hours, a change of front and back tire didn ´t help much, either. At BENALLA I had a puncture right when I started and the next one 500m past. You don ´t find these wirethings until they bite.

taking a leave

My Garmin told me where the railway station is, I told the clerk a story why I needed a Ticket to SYDNEY right now and left the cycle to her hands to donate it to a needy person. She will take care.

thinner

If you only manage to drink 8l of beer but sweat out 12 every day…

Sydney Opera House

So I relaxed in the train to Sydney, my last destination. Janice, a Lady I met in the train shortened the trip with an interesting talk. It ´s almost impossible, not to come into talk with Ozzies.

Something I like.

Sydney

Manly Beach

Somewhere behind, there ´s America

Sydney Airport, Overseas Terminal

Look right!

That ´s all that is left.

Oz is far away. But on the right in my calendar the next trip is marked.

And this journey gave me one proof:

I will die as a traveller.

With a bicycle and/ or a backpack

Somewhere