Leaving Australia – Flying Forever – Arriving Finally in Milan
Elizabeth The longest day in my life where flying becomes all I am. But that time now acts as a solid space between before my trip and on my trip.
Australia
Knowing When Enough is Enough – Waiting out the Rain and Realising the Test Ride is Over (Days 12 – 14, 1 to 3 May)
I realised that whatever weather came on Sunday I was done with the test ride. I had learned what I needed to learn – about how to pack and what…
Riding in Pounding Rain is Better Than Sitting at a Desk: Scotts Head to Crescent Head (Day 11 – Thursday 30 April)
Many reading this might think this sounds miserable. You might think this was on par with the tough day on the Crawney Pass or the challenges of getting over the…
Only 7 km to a Vanilla Slice: Urunga to Scotts Head (Day 10: Wednesday 29 April)
The smell of recent-rain on hot tarmac with thoughts of a vanilla slice on my mind - the rain then fell hard, briefly, on my way into Macksville.
A Truly Lovely Day for a Ride: Bellingen to Urunga (Day 9: Tuesday 28 April)
Bicycling from Bellingen to Urunga (New South Wales, Australia) on a sunny, lovely, autumn day.
Wintery Weather, Bus Rides East and – finally – a Great Riding Day: Uralla to Bellingen (Days 7 & 8: Sunday 26 April and Monday 27 April)
When I awoke on Sunday the weather was bleak. A heavy wet grey blanket of cloud had descended on Uralla. It was just about 10*C and the Bureau of Meteorology…
Anzac Day – Uralla Style (Day 6 – Saturday 25 April)
I woke to a big, blue, clear sky. The sun shone strongly and hot; the breeze, especially in the shade, chilly with the plateau’s autumn. They’ve planted many exotic deciduous…
These Hills Seem Downright Reasonable or My First Riding Day Without Tears: Bendemeer to Uralla (Day 5 – Friday 24 April)
I first woke around 6 am, rolled over and woke again at 8. I dawdled through the morning – fearing more hills I huddled under the covers and got some…
An Unexpected Day of Rest and an Unexpected Day of Climbing
(Days 4 & 5 – Wednesday 22 April & Thursday 23 April: Nundle to Tamworth) I woke in Nundle to the sound of car tyres on wet pavement. I was…
Holy Feck – That was hard (Day 3 – Tuesday 21 April)
The number of kilometres I’m meant to be covering keeps going up and yet I’m not completing them. That said I feel like the kilometres I’ve been doing are so…