May 30, 2014 – Sydney and the end of Australia
Day 113 - Distance biked so far: (7,785 km)
I continued on the Southern Coast of Australia, stopping to camp at caravan parks if I was in a town or hidden out of sight on the sides of the road if I were between towns. One night I was tucked into my sleeping bag and heard some rustling outside my tent. Since I am out of crocodile territory and they don’t have bears, I wasn’t worried but wanted to see what it was. I reached for my camera, unzipped my tent and caught this guy, staring at me. I tried to get his attention and to see if he would come closer but he really didn’t pay much attention to me and kept on doing whatever possums do at night.
|My possum friend|
I had made the decision to avoid Melbourne as I continued down the road. I really liked the city of Adelaide and would be ending my Australian adventure visiting both Canberra and Sydney so I decided to stick with the nice small towns dotting the coast. You can bypass Melbourne by taking a few ferries connecting the Mornington Peninsula to Philip Island. Philip Island is the home of the Little Penguins and the famous Penguin Parade.
The Little Penguins are the smallest species of penguins, growing on average to just 12 or 13 inches. The Nature park was set up to provide protection from predators who would feed on them as they make their daily walk to and from the sea. There are hundreds of burrows dug into the ground where the penguins sleep. Every morning, they get up at dawn and walk to the ocean where they spend the day diving for food. They all waddle down to the sea in small groups, like workers walking to a construction site. Visitors are only allowed to visit in the evenings so I made my way there to join the crowds.
A number of stands have been set up about 10 meters from the sea and there are spotlights to provide better sight. As the sun goes down, you can see them in the distance, swimming in large groups, and it looks like a black mass of oil slowly making its way to shore. They wait for the sun to go down to avoid potential attacks from above by birds of prey. You can hear them making a fuss in the distance; obviously chatting about the fish they caught that day, maybe the big one that got away. Suddenly, as the waves crash a small group appeared as if out of nowhere and they stood up, had a quick look around and started walking towards the shore. It is hilarious to see them struggle up the sand and the hills behind the viewing areas; they are clearly more at home in the water. There are boardwalks set up throughout the area and you can walk literally right beside and a few feet above them as they make their way to their particular home. They are very strict about not allowing photographs because it is dark and the flashes will scare the penguins. I took a photo of the advertisements and this is what the penguins looked like as they walked out of the water.
I loved being there and was the last person to leave the park. I would just watch them in their natural environment and found myself encouraging them as they walked past. I would say things like “you’re looking good” and “keep it up, you're almost home” and felt like a spectator watching a marathon race and encouraging the runners. I think they appreciated it.
As I often mention, it can be lonely on a bike trip, particularly at night if you sleep outside of a town in the wild. I cook my dinner then go into my tent to read before going to sleep. I like staying at caravan parks because I usually have an opportunity to meet people. Another option is to use warmshowers, a travel website used by cyclists who offer their homes to other cyclists. It is difficult for me to use that site because I don’t carry a phone, so need an Internet connection to arrange a date and time to meet. The Wi-Fi connection in Australia is far below the level in SE Asia so I have often gone long periods without being able to get on a computer but one day made contact with Mark and Lilian Duthie. They offered to host me for a night and it was through Lilian’s persistence and flexibility that we were able to meet up and I am very grateful that she did.
One day Mark and their 2 daughters Katherine and Alyssa met me at the youth hostel where I was staying and spent their entire Sunday showing me around. Lilian is a nurse and had to work but Mark and the girls were great hosts as we toured the beautiful areas around their home that I would never have seen on my bike. The Duthie’s have an interest in travel and the girls would talk about their hiking in Peru, paddling down the Amazon in Brazil or cycling in Holland with the same ease and familiarity that most teenage girls talk about their cell phones or the latest boy band.
We went to the Tarra-Bulga National Park and did a few short hikes and enjoyed the cool autumn air.
The Duthie family live on a farm with horses, cows, a bull, a black lab and the girls often go for horse rides. I supervised as they fed the cows and horses.
Here is a view from the field with the horses. It is an amazing place to live and raise a family.
Mark cooked a great dinner for all of us and we enjoyed an evening of conversation about all of our travels. I slept really well in a nice bed full of warm covers and woke up with the house empty. This is a perfect example of the kind of hospitality you find around the world. They invited a perfect stranger into their home and then trusted me to be alone in the morning. I packed up, gave a good stomach rub to my new friend Whistler and then continued on. Thank you Mark, Lilian, Katherine and Alyssa for your kindness and hospitality, it was great to meet you all.
I left that morning and continued on quiet side roads and trails. I am in agricultural area here as you can see from this view as I headed out of the farm.
I passed the 8,000 km mark as I cycled in the south of Australia.
How’s this for a creative mailbox.
I cycled on some old railroad trails that Mark and Lilian told me about. It is great to be on them as they are hard packed, right in the middle of nature and no cars. One of the trails was 100 km in length and I didn’t see a single person on it for the entire stretch.
The old rail trails still have some of the old trestle bridges. This one isn’t used anymore but is a perfect example of the hard work involved in building them.
After just close to 5,000 km’s of cycling in Australia, I crossed into my 4th state or territory, New South Wales (NSW).
The coastal area south of Sydney in NSW is spectacular, certainly on par with the Great Ocean Road. The main road would follow the coast but you couldn’t see the ocean unless you took a side road which I would as my day was nearing an end. The first stop on the coast was Eden, a place that got its name because of sunsets like this that I captured from my tent.
The coast was rough and rocky and then you would get to a town with sandy beaches in the harbors. This is an example of the coast just on the edge of Eden.
Then you would see a sandy beach in the town.
Then you get back on your bike, heading away from the ocean and soon see inland lakes and mountains in the distance.
The roads on the coast are very hilly and the constant up and down made for some beautiful but tough cycling days. I had the misfortune of having some bad weather earlier in Australia with a lot of cold, wet and windy days but the last 2 weeks of my time here was absolutely perfect. The days were up to about 25C with blue skies and calm winds. It is also autumn here so you get the variety of colors to go along with the weather, very much like what you would see back home in Canada. I love how I would often see a lonely maple tree in a sea of green.
I am on the east side of the Great Dividing Range mountain range that runs north to south in Australia. The mountains are close so I could often see the ocean and mountains at the same time.
The coast is dotted with small fishing communities and I biked from one picturesque town to the next. One of my favorites was Bermagui. I would walk along the harbor at night to see the boats and would often see pelicans floating by waiting for the fishing boats.
It looks like these 2 had an argument.
But a little while later they made up.
I biked as far as the town of Bomaderry and then took a train into Sydney. The traffic 100 km outside of the city was getting heavy with large trucks and lots of cars so I decided to get off the roads. I had repeatedly heard how busy it would be going into Sydney and was told there are regular trains that allow bikes and will go right into the city center so it was an easy decision.
I arrived at the train station and quickly found a youth hostel and set about locating a bike store. I have to get a few things checked out because my next stop is the very remote Arctic Circle in Canada and I need a dependable bike. I am also getting new tires because the first 800 km in the North will be on gravel roads. Mine are really worn out. I found a bike store and arranged for them to check a few things and then to put my bike in a box so I can take it on the plane. I will pick it up on May 30th, and then go straight to the airport.
I had a few days in Sydney and my usual routine for the first day or two is to just wander around without a specific destination or plan in mind. If you always go to the main tourist areas you miss out on the side streets that often provide surprises that many people don’t see.
The main point of interest for me was to just see the harbor and enjoy the beautiful weather. I would take long walks and meander through the side streets heading in the general direction of the harbor. The Sydney Opera House is one of the world’s most distinctive buildings. It was built in 1973 and became a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2007. Here are a few familiar pictures of the iconic structure.
Near the Opera House is another famous structure, the Harbour Bridge. Here I am on another beautiful day in Sydney.
My time in Australia is coming to an end and it seems that I have been here a long time. It was 2 months ago that I arrived at the top end of Australia and spent a few days in Darwin. The city was the gateway to the long stretch in the Outback. I loved the desert area but when I think back to the month cycling from Darwin to Adelaide, one thing stands out. As I biked I noticed that almost all of the people passing in vehicles on the other side of the road would wave as they went past. One morning I decided to count how many times someone would pass and not wave. It took most of the day before one vehicle went by where the occupants didn’t wave or honk their horn. It’s that kind of friendliness that continues to amaze me as I bike through the world. I remember at least a dozen people stop when I was cycling in the desert and hand me a bottle of water and a number asked if there was anything I need. I was in a campground in Eden, cooking my breakfast when a woman walking her dog stopped to talk with me. A few minutes later her husband came over and said that his wife told him about my bicycle trip to support an orphanage and he handed me a $50 bill. I don’t think a single day went by where someone didn’t offer encouragement in one way or another and that is what you remember most about travelling and what makes travelling with a bicycle so engaging.
On May 30th I am flying from Sydney to Vancouver. I have to buy a warmer sleeping bag, a water filter and a few other items for my journey to the North and also for my time in the higher elevations in the Rocky and Andes Mountains further south. I will then start the 3-flight journey to Inuvik, Northwest Territories, and Canada. It will be a 23,000 km journey from the top of the world above the Arctic Circle to the bottom of the world in Ushuaia, Argentina, close to Antarctica. The interesting thing about the route is that not only do you go a long way from north to south but the west-east distance from Inuvik to the tip of Argentina is also the equivalent of crossing the entire width of Canada. Inuvik will be the farthest western point, so in my southeast meandering through North, Central and South America, I am slowly, ever so slowly, heading back to Bangkok.
Here is a summary of a few things since I left Bangkok on January 15, 2014.
Days on the road – 136
Km’s cycled – 8,741
# of flat tires - 3
Countries visited – 5 (Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Australia)
Money found on the road - $21.59 (to be donated to Angel House after 2 years on the road)
Books read in Australia:
- Remarkable Times: Australian Politics 2010-13: What Really Happened by Laurie Oakes
- Cycle of Lies: The Fall of Lance Armstrong by Juliet Macur
- Private Empire: ExxonMobil and American Power by Steve Coll
- The Orphan Master’s Son: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction) by Adam Johnson
In the meantime, the Angel House Orphanage continues with the important work of finding homes for children. People from around the world are starting to support the Orphanage and one family from Singapore sent a large box of toys and Baby G was first in line to try one out.
Last week Angel House had another successful adoption. Baby girl S found a new home in Hawaii. It is a wonderful moment when a childless family can be matched up with an abandoned baby but it’s also a difficult time. David and his staff spent 3 years with this beautiful girl, changing her diapers, providing food and shelter, taking her for doctor visits and ice-cream, all the things families do together. The girl also had a large group of friends at the orphanage, the other children waiting for parents. The orphanage was the only home she ever knew and David and his staff were her surrogate parents. She has to say good-bye to the only world she has known and all her friends.
The other side however is that you have a family that invested a lot of money and time to find a young girl and now they have one. You can see the joy in the parents eyes along with a little fear and uncertainty in Baby S but one thing is certain, her world is about to change for the better with loving parents, a chance for a good education and to be a part of her own family.
Another success story at Angel House Orphanage and it is these stories that make every single pedal I make worthwhile. Congratulations to David and his staff, and to Baby S. God bless you and your new parents.