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“The tracks buckle in this heat,” he said. I was sharing one of my 6 icy poles with a guy who worked for the Sydney trains that I met at the supermarket. I cycled from Goulburn to Mittagong to avoid cancelled trains, and then to Albion Park for the same reason. I didn’t buckle in the heat, however.

Today where I was, it got to the high 30s. On the coast it hit 43C. No wonder the train tracks buckle. It didn’t feel too hot cycling however. I had a nice breeze, and a cute echidna to look at.

Echidna

At Bundanoon I took a little detour to one of my favourite lookouts – Bonnie View lookout. I was the only one there – everyone else was in the cooler cafes in Bundanoon.

Bonnie View lookout

When I planned the whole trip, there were trains running from Goulburn – so Goulburn was going to be my end destination. When I got there, I saw that they had planned trackwork (which wasn’t planned when I was making my plans), and that I needed to cycle to at least Moss Vale. The afternoon trains from Moss Vale got cancelled – one after the other (with about an hour between each cancellation). I guess they realised that the repair work was going to take longer than expected. I rang the trains people to find out how I was going to get from Moss Vale or Mittagong (I had cycled a few stops further to Mittagong) back home. No luck. The trains were cancelled and there were no replacement busses. After much deliberation, I decided to continue on to Albion Park on the coast to catch a train that WAS running. Leaving at 5pm from Mittagong, the sting had left the sun, and it was a pleasant ride.

I am quite happy with today’s achievement of 155km (with the heat and mountainous landscape). In fact, I am happy with the whole week’s cycle. I have seen some beautiful places and pushed the limits of this 54 year-old body and 1 year-old bike (well – actually the bike’s brake pads). Sydney has some beautiful places to visit in its back yard.

This is the whole week’s cycling route.


Living in the now, being in the flow, is about being totally engaged in what you are doing right now. No other thought enters, no other worry. You are engrossed in your activity – now.

Leaving at 7am before the temperature got to its maximum of 37C, I slalomed up the Wombeyan Caves Road, reducing the angle of incline. It was not too hot, and not so steep that I couldn’t cycle, and I was in the flow.

Then I met the same shape on the gravel road – corrugations. I continued my slalom cycling, avoiding the sine wave shaped undulations in the road. I was in the flow.

I rarely stopped to think of taking a photo, so in the flow I was. Here is a wombat sign.

Wombat sign

I stopped for morning tea at Taralga, and filled up with a lot of water to make it through the 45km of undulating terrain in the scorching sun.

As it turned out, it was not that hard, and I didn’t feel that hot. I had a tailwind, and the road was more downhill than up.

The heat, however, had stopped the trains. They can’t handle it when it is so hot, apparently, so I am not on my way home today. I am happy with this. I will continue towards Sydney tomorrow by bike. I will connect up the lines on my Strava heatmap – a record of everywhere I have cycled since I started using Strava in 2018 or so. I have not connected my routes starting in Goulburn with routes around Mittagong. A worthy pursuit for tomorrow.


“What’s that highrise building on the top of that hill?”

“It’s the highest private residence in Australia.”

I looked a bit stunned. This high rise building was in the middle of nowhere. The guy just shrugged and chuckled.

Today was sticky and warm with the ever present threat of rain that didn’t eventuate.

Time for a day off. Tomorrow will be wet with thunderstorms.

https://www.strava.com/activities/6303746141


The dog stopped barking when he saw me, ran up to me, and gave me a big lick on the leg. He then sat on my lap, trying to lick my face as I relaxed under the trees looking out at the 40 year old eucalyptus tree.

Comunidad Gren

Comunidad Gren

All this green had popped up out of an absolute barren moonscape. Not a blade of grass and then, suddenly, trees and signs of life on the side of the road. Comunidad Gen. An old lady came out of a hut under the trees. She talked and talked in Spanish – happy to see someone. Noone ever comes during the week. Have I seen the chickens, goats, rabbits and ducks? The water for all this is transported from the coast. She has been here from the beginning, and planted that eucalyptus tree 40 years ago. She was proud of the project and happy with life.

Comunidad Gren

Comunidad Gren

It was hot today and the sun was just so strong. Not a cloud in the sky. Nothing but blue sky and bright sand. I would stop under the shade of road signs to put more sunscreen on and had lunch in the shade behind a truck weigh station building.

Near Comunidad Gren

Near Comunidad Gren

Near Comunidad Gren

Near Comunidad Gren

I passed the Tropic of Capricorn as I was blown forward by a strong tailwind.

Tropic of Capricorn

Tropic of Capricorn

I’m in Baquedano – a mining town. It has a bit of a wild west frontier feeling. It’s the last stop before I leave the main road and head towards the small town of Peine – 208km away.

Baquedano

Baquedano

Baquedano

Baquedano

Baquedano

Baquedano


‘Give me a tip. 20,000 or 40,000 – it’s up to you.’ ($A40 or $A80). What could I do? He had my bike.

How did this happen?

‘Antofagasta?’
‘Yes,’ I replied, bike and luggage in hand at Santiago airport, freshly out from customs, just through the sliding door.
‘You’re going to be late!’
That’s when the whirlwind started.
He whisked me away, up lifts, across hallways, jumping queues.
My bag was dropped off at the check-in and the bike was whisked away to oversized luggage by his colleagues while we ran to security.
He also took me past the ATM. I wanted to go to one anyway.

So, my bike with his colleagues somewhere back there and security ahead, he asked for a tip. And not a small one. I only had large denomination notes and he knew it. He had been helpful. He was an airport official. But asking for the tip made me wonder if my bike was going to arrive in Antofagasta at all.

I used my newly refreshed Spanish at the gate to check that the luggage was, indeed, on the plane.

Nothing bad had happened. Lesson learned. Be careful.

The bike arrived in one piece and survived me putting it together.

My evening and next day in Antofagasta was spent sitting on the balcony, getting provisions for crossing the Atacama Desert and watching kids dance in large square.

View from my balcony

View from my balcony

A nice lawn for urination

A nice lawn for urination

The dancing kids

The dancing kids

It seemed that the dancers were all teenage girls, some non-binary kids and effeminate guys. Quite an interesting mix.

Tomorrow the bike trip starts – up and out of Antofagasta and into the Atacama Desert.


In a few weeks time I will be cycling across the driest desert in the world in Chile and up onto high altitude plains studded with volcanos and brightly coloured lakes with flamingos in Bolivia. Then its across the Salar de Uyuni – a huge dry salt lake that stretches off into the horizon. Here is the planned part of my route (several different options) before I take the main road to La Paz. Let me know if you have any suggestions.

Thanks to some great blogs with very useful resources for the trip.

 

Laguna Colorada

Laguna Colorada. Image from https://www.etnikuschile.com/bolivia

Sydney Summer Rides video

Posted: August 6, 2019 in Uncategorized

There is so much amazing nature at Sydney’s doorstep, and its just a train and bike trip away. In the summer of 2018-19 I made a series of Sydney day cycle trip videos, and have put them together into a collection video. Take a look at the video, and read more about the individual trips.


Now that the Indian Himalayas cycling trip is finished, I have put together a video of my activities. 🙂
I hope you enjoy it!


That was an experience. Haircut, face massage that included a beating of the head and shaving foam massaged into my face for a very long time. Feels good. The things you do on a recover from altitude sickness day off.

Hair salon

Hair salon

I went to bed last night planning to climb 1000m into the heavens to see the world from above. This morning my headache made me consider otherwise. I decided to take the main road to the big town and chill. I realised I had made the right decision when every bump in the road made the headache worse. On arriving I went to the German bakery and ate a loaf of bread, a cinnamon scroll and another pastry.

I was hungry

I was hungry

I then went to bed. That’s what one does on a day off. Tomorrow some beautiful monasteries.


I sat on the balcony, breathing in the view of the massive mountains on the opposite side of the valley. In front was the temple village of Kalpa. Slowly, slowly, the shadows of the mountains behind crept up the mountains in front until it faded to darkness.

Kalpa

Kalpa

The weather changed with a thunderstorm at 2am last night. It was cloudy and beautiful weather for climbing up the valley today.

Rock cut road

Rock cut road

The narrow road was cut out of a vertical cliff in parts. In others it dropped down to run just above the river.

Bridge

Bridge

There were lots of hydro electricity plants and lots of military garrisons. Regularly I was passed by one military truck after the next. You can tell this is near the disputed border with China.

Hydro power

Hydro power

The highlight was the climb from the valley to the capital of the district – Reckong Peo, and then up to the temple village of Kalpa. It was a bit of a slog though. Kalpa is over 1000m above the river.

Reckong Peo

Reckong Peo

Kalpa

Kalpa

Kalpa

Kalpa

I’m all kitted out for a forey tomorrow across the inner line – the area near the Chinese border.