(Note: this post begins two weeks ago, when we left Melbourne … we’re now in Sydney and are slowly adding pictures to the posts.)<\/p>\n
Once the bike was in ship-shape with its fixed handlebar and new chain, we set off in the direction of Brisbane. Kind of. First, we had to navigate Melbourne\u2019s expansive sprawl, which took a complete day. We left our friend\u2019s place near the bay and started on back streets to our first of many bike trails. These trails weren\u2019t the most efficient way to get out of town, since they weaved through river reserves and underpasses, but the kept us off the busy highways until Lilydale, where we overnighted at a campground. That was also likely one of the most annoying cycling day this year \u2013 a full day of stops, traffic-lights, detours, construction, bridges, tunnels, zigzags through never ending housing neighborhood, etc. \u2013 we finished the day exhausted after only 65km (and still on the edge of Melbourne suburbs)!<\/p>\n
The next day, waking up to warm Indian summer-like weather, we finally had the feeling that we had escaped Melbourne\u2019s suburbs and had the chance to cycle through the calm backroads next to vineyards in the Yarra Valley. Having cycled through New Zealand and now a bit of Australia, we are amazed with how pervasive the wine culture is \u2013 it\u2019s not just limited to Bordeaux and Tuscany. We stopped over in the small town of Healsville to pick up food for the next leg of our travels. From there, we had an amazing ride up through Yarra Ranges National Park with gargantuan eucalyptus trees and ferns growing way above the road. We continued down the Maroondah Highway into a dry, amber landscape and ended the day at a campsite in Alexandra with white cockatoos flying above our heads.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Thursday, C\u00e9dric and I set off in the direction of Mansfield. Instead of following the Great Victorian Rail Trail the entire way, we decided to take a shortcut through the mountains. The path we took for the shortcut, however, ended up being the wrong road (or better say not the most straight forward\u2026), so we ended up biking up a 4WD path towards Lake Eildon \u2013 our shortcut may have saved us a few kilometers, but climbing up on dirt roads to the ridge of the tallest hills didn\u2019t save us any time, not talking about suffering thighs. Once we reached the highway, we rejoined the rail trail into Mansfield. That night, instead of staying at a campground, C\u00e9dric and I decided to make use of the vast swaths of land and found a spot in a field tucked back behind old tree trunks and sun-bleached animal bones (from the size of the bones, probably horse or heifer). The serene settings allowed us to encounter some wildlife too, like foxes and jumping jack ants (large ants \u2013 too big to be good – that have a stinging bite, as C\u00e9dric will tell you).<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n