At the campsite in Casino, C\u00e9dric and I became celebrities among the over 60 crowd of caravan owners. \u00a0When we arrived the night before, we got a few inquiries about the bike as we were trying to set up the tent before sunset, but in the morning as we were packing, more people came trickling by and requested pictures \u2013 at one point we had 5 people taking pictures at once. We managed to get away before the whole Avan meetup wandered over. C\u00e9dric and I cycled off in the directions of the mountains once more with a loose idea of where we were headed. Hoever, we first sensed something interesting was going on when we passed a police checkpoint that was breathalyzing every car on the road. As we continued our journey up the hills the roads became painted with hearts and rainbows and finally prayer flags hanging on the trees\u2026 before we knew it, we ended up at the heart of the annual festival of Nimbin\u2019s Mardi Gras (which happens to be hemp themed and smell strongly of patchouli \u2013 and in May\u2026). We got several discussions in Nimbin, one with a fellow cyclist, but among others about the types of mushrooms we may be carrying in our trailer, one from a trail-runner who seemed trustworthy at first but apparently also runs some complete Tour-de-France stages, barefoot, and<\/em> at night so that he can see the finish line with the cyclists, and last but not least, a lost Frenchman from Mont-de-Marsan who apparently settled there after decades surfing and enjoys walking around imitating all the farm-animal noises (\u201ceh Toulousian! Il habite dans la ferme avec les mooo<\/em> et les beeh\u201d \u2013 <\/em>referring to his friend, the runner). Although the cakes and brownies from the bakery looked delicious, C\u00e9dric and I had lunch on the outskirts of the town before biking down to Mt. Burrell for the night.<\/p>\n