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“We can chuck it under there,” he said jovially, pointing to under the bus. There was noone else in the bus anyway. I was just happy I could get to Goulburn in daylight and have time to cycle to Canberra.

In the train replacement bus she goes.

The goal was to get to Canberra by public transport. The journey through the mountains starts from there. It was a bit grey and it drizzled a bit. Fine for knocking off some kms after lunch through the undulating countryside.

Thistle en route
20km to Queanbeyan
Molonglo River

After a quick dash through an outer arm of the Australian Capital Territory, I’m back in New South Wales for the evening, snug as a bug in a rug.


“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.

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“The track might be muddy but you should be able to get through.” The track was lovely but not the adventure I was expecting.

Old Gibber Track

The road today started through koala country – or so I’m told. I cycled with the eyes up in the branches. Didn’t see any koala but I did see long stretches of sandy beach.

The road to Bulahdelah was a bit up and down, and I arrived quite early, all ready for an early dinner.

 

https://www.strava.com/activities/6299611300


The ramshackle collection of tin shacks lies in the sand dunes, windswept, at the end of the world. I love this place.

On the way to Tin City

The drizzle cleared and the sun poked through. The Tin City shacks were waiting.

Tin City shack
Tin City from above

I took side roads when I could, but the main road was a stark contrast to the desolation of Tin City.

Port Stephens is busy, and Hawks Nest is a quiet, laid back version of it. An amazing thin line of sanddunes stretches out to a headland. That’s where I cycled.

Yacaba spit
Yacaba spit
Yacaba spit
Yacaba spit

Tomorrow more new places to explore. Here is an old post of Tin City.

https://www.strava.com/activities/6295756568


“Where are you guys going?” asked the kid in his souped up hoonmobile who had pulled over as I inched up the hill in the dark.

“Newcastle,” I replied.

“F*ck me!” I guess lots of people had been wondering what these hundreds of cyclists were doing cycling though the rain in the middle of nowhere in the dark.

Newcastle Overnight checkpoint at Mt White

The Newcastle Overnight is an annual event where a wierd bunch of people (including me) leaves Observatory Hill near the Sydney Harbour Bridge at 9pm to cycle through the night to Newcastle, 173km to the north. It includes some longish ascents and descents in the dark to Gosford before the brain enters spaced-out mode, cycling past the Central Coast beaches and lakes when all are sleeping and only the crazies are out.

I met with Jo again. We have met on several of these rides and shared stories about the crazies. The famous one is of the 20 year old guy walking down the street naked at 3am near Budgewoi holding nothing but a branch. The event pulled the brain out of its inner processes to focus on the now. Once focussed, I had passed. No evidence photo was taken. Only me, Jo and dozens of others had seen it.

This year, no naked guys with branches but I did pass 80,000 km on the bike, just a few km from naked man road.

80,000km for the bike

Just after 80,000 on naked man road I passed a hungry man. There was no Budgewoi checkpoint this year and nothing open for about 20km. Luckily I like taking a lot of stuff on these trips. Although I couldn’t interest him in a kitchen sink, he was interested in some fruit cake and bread.

As is usual on these trips, you start together, have short stints cycling with others and having a chat, but most of the time is spent in a meditative brain state. I started cycling with Jo, and we met up again at the end.

Before departure in Sydney
Made it! 173km later in Newcastle

Thanks to Josh and Annie who both Jo and I had chatted with en route, for taking us back to Sydney in the car!

With the weather forecast of rain all week, I have decided to not cycle in the Snowy Mountains this week (through snow, sludge and freezing temperatures) but rather to take the Newcastle Overnight cycle as day one of my cycling holiday north of Sydney.

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With the lockdown in Sydney about to end, I have put together a little video of exploring my Local Government Area (LGA) during lockdown. Soon my horizons will be extended again!


The world, Australia, New South Wales, metropolitan Sydney, the Bayside Local Government Area (LGA). With COVID-19 my horizons have been shrinking. With ‘the worst yet to come’ regarding hospitalisations, my cycling playground is now the Bayside LGA where I live. There is lot there, and today I checked out the perimeter and the innards and saw beach, marsh, ships and planes.

Sandringham beach

Sandringham beach

The Bayside LGA has the airport at its heart and Port Botany with all its ships and cargo containers on the eastern flank. With the ultra-dangerous airport freeway tunnel on the south side of the airport the only way to pass on the south, my trip today was divided neatly into two halves – the eastern Port Botany side and the southern Botany Bay side.

Here is a link to the strava map.

The East Flank

The foreshore at Port Botany is marshy with short stretches of beach.

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

Port Botany

The innards of this arm is suburbia

Kingsford

Kingsford

Gorilla

Gorilla

and industry.

Industry

Industry

The South Flank

There he stood on the grassy hidden path his eye all red and puffy. “Can I have some of your water to flush out my eye?”

He had a seed in his eye. My thoughts were COVID danger, but I should help him. I gave him my water bottle and stood back as he flushed out his eye, once and then again a few minutes later with a second attempt to get rid of the seed.

This was a part of my LGA that I wanted to discover for some time. I had seen what looked like a bridge crossing the swamp through the bushes behind a locked gate. There are other ways to get to this place – little tracks branching off into the bushes that pass under the freeway and through the soggy wetland.

Bridge

Bridge

BMX paradise

BMX paradise

Marsh

Marsh

Grassy path

Grassy path

Lookout

Lookout

Then there was the sandy beach looking out over the airport runway. I was the planes land and take off. Maybe I saw the 500,000 Pfizer vaccines arrive from Singapore. They were meant to have arrived today.

Plane landing

Plane landing

Plane takeoff

Plane takeoff

Beach

Beach

A tongue of sand reaching out into the bay at Sandringham reminded me a bit of Vlieland in the Netherlands with its endless plateau of sand. Admittedly this tongue of sand is a bit smaller, but it was beautiful all the same – and just 20 minutes cycle from home.

Sandringham beach

Sandringham beach

Sandringham beach

Sandringham beach

Inland, parallel to the beach is a thin strip of grassy parkland following a little creek. Evening cycles along there make me feel like I have escaped the bustle – even if only for 20 minutes.

Grass

Grass

Grass

Grass

There is a lot of see in Bayside LGA. This will be my playground for quite some time to come.


With the external and internal borders closed due to the COVID-19 pandemic, my cycling holiday was a lot closer to home. I love bleak, lonely landscapes, and luckily, New South Wales has some of these. So I was headed west. West as far as I could go. West to outback New South Wales.
I headed west from Sydney over the Blue Mountains, following an Aussievelo route – a naissant version of Eurovelo – long distance cycle routes across the continent. A big highlight was Evan’s Crown – a great tip from a cyclist I met on the first day. It is a beautiful rocky outcrop on the top of a hill, overlooking valleys in all directions.

Evans Crown

It was magpie nesting season and swooping magpies were a common theme before I left the tree areas.
Magpie attack

Magpie attack

The road got flat after Parkes and really flat and desolate after Hillston. Thanks to Kristie and the team in Hillston for helping me get in touch with farmers on the desolate stretch to lake Mungo.

On the way to Mossgiel

On the way to Lake Mungo

Another highlight was the Menindee Lakes. Lake Pamamaroo was filled with water. There was not a soul there, and I spent hours swimming and watching the pelicans.

Lake Pamamaroo

The endpoint of the trip was the Mundi Mundi Lookout – 35km from Broken Hill, looking out over the red endless plains. Only this time, they were green endless plains.

Mundi Mundi lookout

It was a quick dash home along the main road – covering some large distances on some days.

Storm near Cobar

The last stretch was through the Hunter Valley and its endless coal mines, and then the familiar territory of the Hawkesbury River.

The dirt track to Wisemans Ferry

2858km later, I was back where I started – at Wolli Creek in Sydney. I was at the same place, but had a head full of amazing memories of a bicycle trip to the outback. And back.

Today was always going to be wet, windy and stormy. Today was my last rest day watching the rain fall, staying warm and cosy inside.

Wisemans Ferry in the rain

Wisemans Ferry in the rain


Tomorrow will be the final stint into Sydney and my Tour de NSW will be over.


Vineyards, shady river gorges, cute little villages and motorbikes – out to enjoy the road in the beautiful sun. Oh, and there was a lot of up and down.
On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

My stand broke this morning as I was strapping the luggage to the bike. No more cute photos of the bike standing in the middle of the road. Now the bike lies there.
On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

The road started the day by passing some beautiful wineries, twinkling in the morning sun.
Vineyard in the early morning

Vineyard in the early morning

At 30km I passed the lovely village of Wollambi and 8km later, Laguna.
Scones, jam and cream at Wollambi

Scones, jam and cream at Wollambi

Motorbikes day out at Laguna

Motorbikes day out at Laguna

After an uphill slog between river systems, it was up and down on a gravel road following the river down to St Albans.
The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

St Albans pub

St Albans pub

St Albans pub

St Albans pub


The last 20km to Wisemans Ferry was on bitumen, but remained up and down, and I was knackered. Beautiful, green scenery.

Horses on the way to Wisemans Ferry

Horses on the way to Wisemans Ferry


Tomorrow will be miserable, wet weather, so it’s my final rest day before the last leg back to Sydney. My Tour de NSW is almost over..