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Cycling along the long road through the endless mallee, I realised I needed an early night, and I needed a bit of company. Cycling was long and straight and uneventful, and then eating to replenish the calories. I swung in to the caravan park in Ouyen, ate a kilogram of yoghurt, a mountain of spaghetti, spoke to some girls walking 500km for charity, and spoke in hindi/urdu to two Pakistani guys.

The mallee

The mallee

Clement and I raided the quarantine bin in Marla when we entered South Australia – a right feast of fresh fruit and vegetables. I had hopes of doing the same thing at the Victorian border. No. This border crossing is more serious. Video cameras and people waving cars in for checking. No raiding of quarantine bins here.

Victoria

Victoria

The dark clouds loomed in the afternoon, dumping rain on the horizon to the side, and I was unsure if I was going to get wet. The need for company, the need for shelter and the need for a shower drove me to the campsite, and so here I am.

Looming clouds

Looming clouds

Ouyen

Ouyen


The road through the mallee was long with lengthy stretches with noone. To pass the time I repeated the town names, over and over again, rolling the r. Lameroo. Pinnaroo. Lameroo. Pinnaroo. I didn’t make it to the Victorian border in one day, but almost. Over 10h30 on the bike.

Lameroo

Lameroo

I learned early on that I should not follow the ‘bike route’ that my app constructed.

Not an easy road

Not an easy road

I’ve had lots of sandy road before in the desert in central Australia, but I don’t need it here. I only had 500m or so of deep sand, but it was a bit of a slog in the sun.

The rest was just keep on pedalling through the quite strong side-wind. Tomorrow Victoria. Yay!


And he came galloping down the road as the cars banked up behind him, and behind me. A cute galloping koala – I’ve never seen one run like that. Frightened by the cars, it cowered away from them, at my feet, looking up into my eyes. Finally he crossed the road and clambered up a tree. The cars kept coming and coming as I waited to cross the road too, and be with my new little friend.

My friend the koala.

My friend the koala.

My friend the koala

My friend the koala

Today my distance from the starting point was reset to zero. The starting point of this trip is the end of my last one – Brighton jetty – which is 41483km from Eindhoven by bike. This trip is less ambitious – a little jaunt to Sydney for Christmas. I’m looking forward to getting on the road again – even if it is only for a few weeks. I hope to scale Australia’s highest bump (mountain) on the way. 🙂

Zero kilometres - Brighton Jetty.

Zero kilometres – Brighton Jetty.

Good bye Adelaide for the time being. I will be returning in the new year to study the aboriginal pitjantjatjara language. If all goes well, this will be important for my future projects.. More on that later if my hopes develop further. Anyway, for the time being, Sydney – here I come!


Sitting at a desk in Adelaide, a world bike journey may seem like a world away. Stress, deadlines and meetings make days blur into years. Want to make a change and step off the merry-go-round for a while? Well, this is for you. Some tips for cycling around the world.

Approaching the pass

A quiet road in the back blocks in Uzbekistan

  1. How to I actually DO it? Tell people about it!

You’ve heard stories of people making life decisions with mates at the pub after a few too many? You say what’s on your mind, and what you want to (and are going to) do. Then your mates keep you to your word. The cat is out, and now they’re watching you now follow through. No more letting time pass with inaction.

I decided that my bike trip was not just a dream when I told a friend, and excitedly she said she would come along too. At that moment I realised it was not crazy, and I could totally do it. My mind switched from it being one of those things you just dream about, to something that was going to be a reality. That friend ended up not coming along, but the more people I told about my excitement to do this, the more I knew I really would do it.

Road to Blinman

Approaching the Mawson Trail in the Flinders Ranges, South Australia

  1. How do I know what bike to take?

There seem to be two philosophies.

The first is take a totally standard bike with standard everything. Things will break and you will need to fix them – which will be possible. This philosophy relies on there being replacement bike parts wherever you are. Even if the part is not available (if you are on the Pamir Plateau in Tajikistan), but there are always people to help, makeshift tools to borrow, and hacks to be made.

The second is to buy an expensive high-end bike with ‘unbreakable’ parts that are built to survive a lifetime. If they break, the parts are so uncommon and unheard of outside of the western world, you will be stuck. Take spare parts of the most uncommon things and hope that everything really is unbreakable. This is the option for the total technically incapable bike user.

I am hopeless with bike maintenance and I followed the second philosophy.

Road to Mimili

In the aboriginal APY Lands in northern South Australia.

After going on a 1000km bike tour in Norway and my bike collapsing beneath me (spoke after spoke broke), I went to a bike shop I trusted and let them go through all the different options regarding bikes and their parts, and I ended up with the bike I needed for my adventures.
 

  1. What should I take?

Take photos of home and photos of your bike trip up to now to give to the beautiful people you meet on the way. They really appreciate it. It’s wonderful to share your trip with them, like they are sharing their life and home with you!
 
What else? It depends on where you go. I went through hot and cold areas. In the mountains and desert I needed to cook for myself and be more independent. In south-east Asia, there’s cheap and good food to be had everywhere, so I sent my cooking things home for that leg. A tent there is not needed (as it is too hot), but a hammock and mosquito net is a plus.

In general you will need a bike, panniers, a sleeping bag and mat, clothes and repair stuff. Most cycling blogs have a list of things they took. Here is my list: https://arctic-cycler.com/equipment/

Money money money

US$100 in Uzbekistan som.

  1. How do you prepare your route? What about the visas?

I read blogs. I got excited reading blogs. And videos. I’m going there and it will be amazing! I read blogs to see what the options are. In general, cycling from Europe to Australia, you go through Europe, Turkey, Iran (or Azerbaijan if you are American and can’t get an Iranian visa) and then either Central Asia and China, or India and Burma. From there, it’s down through Thailand and Malaysia to Singapore. Many people fly from Singapore. I cycled through Indonesia to East Timor – an absolute highlight. Here is my list of blogs that inspired me: https://arctic-cycler.com/links/
 
For visas, it is an ever-changing story. Iran, Central Asia and China are the most challenging. I was lucky enough to apply for my Chinese visa in Tehran in the short window of time they were handing out 90 day visas with no questions asked. I understand they no longer do this. The latest up-to-date information can be found on http://caravanistan.com.

Vero giving us tips on the Pamir Highway

The touring cyclist legend Vero in Dushanbe, Tajikistan.

  1. How should I train for it? Will I be able to do it?

The bike journey is not a race – it is a life journey, and you have time to do it. Start slowly and stop to smell the flowers (there are lots around at the moment in the desert – it has rained a lot). Cycling will get you fit for cycling, and as you go on, you will do more, you will seek more challenging and amazing roads and places, and you will become more confident with what you can achieve.

I have met world cyclists of all ages from 18 to 72. I have met westerners, Chinese, Thai. I have cycled with people on budgets of $5 a day (including cycling in Australia). Sure, save some money up to do it, but don’t wait too long. You can start today. Who knows what might happen tomorrow. Your plans may be Trumped by a new situation, and your dreams may remain just that – dreams.

This was an article I wrote for the BikeSA blog in November 2016.

The thai cyclist

A thai cyclist we met that has covered over 100,000km by bike.

BikeSA Blog: A world bike-trip summary

Posted: November 6, 2016 in Cycling

Getting back into the non-nomad life is taking some getting used to. Some irons are in the fire as I look into what my future life here will involve. I have made some new cycling friends, and am helping out a bit at BikeSA. Here is an article I wrote for their blog on my little bike trip. 🙂

The Bay of Kotor

The Bay of Kotor

BikeSA Blog Post: http://www.bikesablog.com/2016/11/a-world-cycle-it-will-change-your-life-at-any-age/


The trip is over. At Brighton beach a photographer from the local newspaper took photos of me and my father at the jetty where my mother’s ashes are scattered, and where the bike trip ended. A few small words in the local papers to mark the end of the trip, and the start of the next stage of my life.

Article in the Adelaide Advertiser

Article in the Adelaide Advertiser

Article in the Messenger

Article in the Messenger


The 41483km bike trip has come to an end, and I have been working on the final video. It’s a long finale to this two year trip. I hope you like it.


They were all there. They used to call themselves Judy’s Remnants. All of mum’s friends that used to meet for coffee. Through them, mum was there too. Welcoming me home. It’s been a long trip.

The Arch of Remembrance

The Arch of Remembrance

We adjourned to a restaurant for lunch and chatted. The afternoon was spent by myself – at the jetty, at the cemetery. I watched the sunset. I have seen so many sunsets over the jetty. Now, this is the last sunset of my bike trip. The end of this chapter of my life, and the dawn of the next one.

41483km

41483km

Brighton at sunset

Brighton at sunset

Brighton at sunset

Brighton at sunset


I took the lead today, navigating without a map. This was the tourist trail of Adelaide for Clement, and cycling in extremely known territory for me. Past Mt Lofty – the highest hill behind Adelaide. Past Cleland National Park where you can pat the koalas. Past the city, along the river, along the beach. It’s unreal being here. It doesn’t feel part of this world trip, so familiar is everything, but it is. It is the end. The final chapter of this life-changing journey.

Beach

Beach

Mt Lofty

Mt Lofty


We woke up in the rain. It was cold rain, and it continued all the way to my father’s house in Balhannah. No photos. It was a case of – let’s get this over with. The final run down to the suburb of Brighton where I was born can be done when the weather is better.