Start
off: Darwin
Why
go to the other end of the world? Well, because it's beautiful
there!
Starting-point
of our pushbike-trip was Darwin,
destination Melbourne. In between were more than 5500km of fun,
strain and almost endless plains. Despite of the luggage weighing
more than 20kg the pedalling was astonishingly easy. At least in
the beginning. But soon we were acquainted with the head wind
which turned out to be our most loyal companion, even more loyal
than all the annoying flies and mosquitos. By pedalling against
the wind, Aldi's bicycle (a Quantum) showed its great advantage:
it is equipped with a luggage case that also acts as a covering,
making the bike more aerodynamic. For me cycling was a little bit
harder, since my bike (a Fateba) is less aerodynamic. In return,
its great quality consists in absolute reliability.
After
300km we reached Katherine, the biggest town since Darwin,
counting some 11'500 inhabitants. During dusk we saw a swarm of
birds flying over the city. Looking a bit closer we recognized
that this weren't birds but bats.
Thousands or even tens of thousands of these animals were flying
over our heads for minutes. An impressive spectacle of mother
nature!
In
Katherine we wanted to stay for a day of rest. I took the chance
to visit the Katherine
Gorges, situated about 30km outside of the city. This was a
very nice little trip.
Desert
is coming
While
cycling on and on, the impressive termite
hills became smaller and also more scarce. Also trees weren't
tall anymore. In Renner Springs we asked a bloke, when the desert
finally would come. The answer was "You are in the desert. It
begins right here". Indeed this little locality (after
thorough consideration our interlocutor declared that this place
counted 11 inhabitants) marks the more or less official beginning
of the (semi)desert. Subsequently the landscape was determined by shrubs
and grass and we had a better view, since there were no more
trees hindering the sight. Since we didn't camp on campgrounds,
each evening we had to prepare a thorn-free place for the tent.
This is not a bagatelle, if there is nothing else than
thorn-bushes around you!
About
100km south of Tennant Creek are the Devils
Marbles. There is not a lot to say about them; they just are
there since thousands of years. Apart from the nice forms of the
marbles we liked particularly that we could walk around freely.
They still aren't overrun by tourists although the Stuart HWY
passes only at a distance of about 500m. We spent a lot of time
there just enjoying the scenery.
It
almost seemed that the wind absolutely wanted to keep us from
reaching Alice
Springs. Now, it blew so strong, that even for Aldi pedalling
became pretty hard. But we made it all the same. In the city we
spent two well-deserved days of rest which each of us spent
individually. I bought some casual trousers. And of course I
profited of the opportunity to take a shower. Taking a shower,
changing and washing cloths - these are things we usually did when
we spent a day of rest in a city, passing the night on a
campground (this happened every 5-6 days).
An
especially nice event was the dinner at "Casa Nostra", a
noble Italian restaurant with a good atmosphere. Right after that
dinner we left the town. As the bulb of my headlight was defect
since 600-700km (thus already before we passed Tennant Creek), I
didn't see much and nearly bumped into a pedestrian walking down
the street in the dark. Yet no-one can accuse me of not having
searched for a substitute. At Tennant Creek I checked up the one
and a half bikeshops, but even the two real bikeshops in Alice
Springs couldn't help me. It was not until Port
Augusta, at the other end of the continent I finally got a
suitable replacement!
The
Red Centre and our culinary highlights
Two
days later, at Erldunda, we turned onto the Lasseter HWY, which
led us to Ayers Rock / Uluru.
We didn't like the road too much, since it was not as large as the
Stuart HWY. In compensation to that the wind blew -due to the
direction of the road- from behind and made pedalling easier and
faster. The roadhouses of Mount Ebenezer and Curtin Springs are
really nice places. The one of Mount Ebenezer belongs to a
community of Yolngu (Aborigines) and invites you to spend some
time there having a look at the gallery of works of art. Curtin
Springs is just a place with a nice atmosphere and a wonderful
spartanic camping site: Unpowered sites are free, but the soil is
comparable to desert soil. Well, we were used to that...
The
next day we reached Yulara, the village near Uluru. The campground
there was certainly very comfortable and extremely green, but also
quite expensive. We preferred the red sand of the desert and chose
our camp site just outside the border of the national park. I
liked this place, which became our home for the next three days.
Therefore I like to mention first the culinary part and then write
about the monolith. The supermarket gave us the possibility to buy
some potatoes and meat (the supermarket and the post office are
useful things and are therefore revalorising the town). We planned
to cook some fried potatoes with fricassee. But in the end we had
a sort of indefinable mass, having put everything together,
including a lot of cheese. The Yulara-Pampe
was born (© by Aldi + Wilu). Excellent!
After
all I have to mention that the so called Red Centre was very
green, as a result of the abundant rain some time ago. And the
temperatures didn't invite you to take off your clothes - in my
opinion it was just cold like a freezer.
Now
to the "must" of our journey. We took part in a guided
tour to the Olgas / Kata Tjuta and Ayers Rock / Uluru.
First we visited Kata
Tjuta. Aldi and I were enjoying the scenery with its
impressing hills. Suddenly the guide appeared and told us to hurry
up, otherwise we wouldn't be in time to see the sunset on Uluru.
Fortunately we made it just in time and were watching the
spectacle together with hundreds of people. As soon as the glowing
red disappeared, the people did so too. They didn't seem to
realize that the opalescence continued in the sky. Our group also
was sitting in the bus - ready to go back to the tourist resort.
Mass tourism for ever!
The
following day we wanted to visit Uluru by bike. Unfortunately the
rear derailleur of Aldi's recumbent tore out of the thread.
That's why he turned back to the tent by hitchhiking, after we had
a little view on Uluru. I remained at Uluru and walked around it
profiting by the possibility to take some nice photographs.
When I arrived at our tent in the late afternoon, Aldi had fixed
the derailleur more or less. But he obviously had to let it repair
properly. So the next day we went to a garage in the genuine,
"dirty" and nicer part of Yulara. Since the mechanic had
no turning lathe at his disposal he did the repair with a saw and
a lot of improvisation. Although Aldi couldn't use the biggest and
the smallest pinion any more, his bike worked again and we were
able to continue our trip.
Since
we liked the picture postcards of Kings
Canyon / Watarrka, we spontaneously decided to go there and
have a look at it. So we took the Luritja Road. When I
thought I had found a good spot to eat our lunch, I decided to
have a closer look at it. That wasn't a very good idea: I got a
puncture in the front wheel of my recumbent... When Aldi arrived I
told him that we were forced to eat our meal right here. After
listening to my story he told me his bike's frame was about to
break! Have a look
yourself. He left his bicycle at a nearby homestead and hoped that
someone gave him a lift to the crossing where I was cycling to.
Fortunately a guy named Jack drove 40km back to prevent Aldi from
passing the night outdoor. They arrived at the crossing only a few
minutes after me. The next morning, Jack helped Aldi again and
gave him a lift to Alice Springs where the bike got fixed. In the
meantime I continued my trip by pushbike and was lucky about the
tail wind.
The
following day I visited Kings Canyon. It was breathtaking! I spent
the whole day by walking around the canyon and enjoying its
beauty. What a pity that Aldi couldn't see this. We communicated
by a combox. That's the way I knew he arrived in Alice Springs and
had already fixed his recumbent. One day later he arrived and we
visited Kings Canyon together.
Back
on the Track
The
Stuart HWY led us further to the south. After one day we reached
the Northern Territory - South Australia border. The road was
getting larger,
the pales along the highway were different and the side-strip was
now made of loose gravel. Fortunately there was another thing that
changed: it was finally getting warmer again.
Then
we approached Coober
Pedy. About half of the inhabitants of this opal digging town
live in apartments dug in the ground. That’s how they escape the
heat of the summer sun and the frosty nights of the winter.
Although
there were several underground accommodations we pitched our tent
above the soil surface – as usual. We both liked the town; it is
grown, not planned like Yulara. The pavements consist in loose
material and because of the strong wind there is dust all over.
The first time we became aware of this was at the shopping in the
supermarket. And the dust really was not only due to the fact that
the merchandise often waited for years for a consumer (we
purchased reduced “Milka” chocolate that was out of date since
one year. Of course we noticed that too late).
Woomera
and Lake Hart
Then
we faced the longest part without any town and therefore without
the possibility to buy any edibles. There are 252km between Coober
Pedy and Glendambo (30 inhabitants, see the picture).
About 230km lead through the Woomera
Prohibited Area. Here, where there were no people at all, the
desert finally looked the way I expected it. Far and wide you see
nothing, nothing, nothing.
Lake
Hart is another noteworthy place. We reached it at night. The
next morning we saw the lake and went to the lakeside. We spent
about one hour there and were lucky to see some emus doing a
little promenade in the morning.
Three
days before our supposed arrival in Port
Augusta Aldi had some difficulties with the front wheel of his
bicycle. It turned out to be a defective rim. It still worked but
needed to be replaced as soon as possible. To relieve it, Aldi
reduced the air pressure of the tyre. In consequence, for him
cycling became more fatigable. We made it to Port Augusta
nevertheless. Although it was hard work, Aldi found a new rim for
his recumbent and even a new bulb for mine.
Civilisation
had us back. And we had it on our back... There was a lot of
traffic and I was mostly busy with trying not to get knocked over.
In addition to the rude motorists (especially truck drivers) the
weather was cold, windy and it was raining each day. Cycling was
not always a pleasure but after a few days we arrived at
Adelaide. We missed the easy way of life of the people living in
remote areas as we checked in the campground. But at least we were
right next to the green belt along the River Torrens. I made a
nice little trip to the beach of Glenelg and I think my recumbent
didn’t appreciate it as much as I did...
Despite
some adversities we reached Melbourne
safe and sound. We stayed at someone Aldi knew via the internet. I
liked the city very much. Maybe not only because of the city
itself, but also because we got there in time. Among other things
we visited Rialto Tower which is said to be the highest building
of the southern hemisphere. There we sat in the restaurant, wrote
some postcards and looked back at the adventures of the last two
months. And there were quite a lot of them!