Thursday 27 July … Conegliano

‘8km … just like from home to the Raffles!’  Did he even look and the profile …

Off on a wine tasting adventure today … a short but hilly ride through the Prosecco Hills to De Riz Winery to be met by Pamela at 10.30am.

Within 1km we were climbing a quiet road; we were joined by a few locals going for a walk, some with hiking poles … whew they must be fit … I’m quietly thanking those spin classes at the gym; meanwhile John has decided to walk. The ride had breathtaking views, John happy for every photo opportunity as he regains his breath.  We are at the winery and in the hands of Pamela who talks us through the wine production in particular Prosecco.  5 wine tastings and selections of meats and cheeses later, we are ready to venture back to town … downhill!!!

One more activity … a walk to the castle … more hills to climb but on foot … you have to mix it up.  More breathtaking views from the climb up the castle tower; which way are we going tomorrow, lots of mountains over there!!!

We learned today that ‘Spritz’ originated in Conegliano; that makes sense as there are a multitude of bars serving Spritz, so my 5pm habit stands … today it’s a Campari Spritz.

We were destined to an osteria for dinner, however it doesn’t open for an hour … next  door is a bar … Prosecco, salami, bread, prosciutto later plus more liqueurs we leave … no dinner required.

Wednesday 26 July … Conegliano

‘Are you from Australia?’ Yes, I said to the van driver who siddled up by me as I was riding through a town. ‘Very good, very good’ he said as he passed.

Today was full of pinch yourself moments. I woke at 5.30am … too excited to sleep, we are off on the Munich/Venice cycle way today, I’m like a little kid.

As we leave, the church bells peel, it’s 8am, blue sky and 18C, perfect conditions. Out into the countryside within an hour; corn, kiwi fruit, olives and vineyards is the landscape on very quiet roads and paths; the soothing sound of water from the irrigation channels and canals as we ride through little villages with the hills in the background. I started to struggle on my bike only to find I had a rear puncture, easy fix and off again.

A coffee stop at the foot of the hills, then the cycle path meanders through vineyards. This is the Prosecco Hills and a popular route as we passed many touring and road cyclists, and no wonder … the scenery is spectacular. We discuss where it rates on similar tours; it’s very high.

I’m getting accustomed to a 5pm aperol spritz; today it’s in the piazza where we meet some Austrian ladies who have just cycled on the route we are about to take; a prosecco to follow with dinner. What a lovely day on the bike.

We have a list of ‘to dos’ for tomorrow in this lovely town.

Tuesday 25 July … Treviso

A 2am brain retrieval … the touring pedals and garmin handlebar mount are on my mountain bike at home … I’m glad that is sorted; I can move on

Waking to distant rumblings and flashes … thankfully the rain was short lived as we ventured to a local bike shop, unfortunately they were unable to assist so off to my favourite … Decathlon. New pedals, a mount for garmin with added bonus it also fits a phone and a small pump. All assembled outside the store.

Treviso is the origin of Tiramisu so we find the award winning cafe however every cafe is selling the yummy dessert … I’m not going to try and compare.

We are at a very relaxed pace today as we discover more alleys and canals; a photographers dream … no pic is bad in this beautiful town. Spritz de limoncello … a nice accompliment with my toastie for lunch … we had better get some serious riding in tomorrow.

We are lucky to stumble on a music festival; a week of rock groups each night. Food trucks, drinks and live bands; the big draw card tonight was Gianluca Grignani, quite a hit for the locals.

Mon 24 July … Treviso

The ‘roses’ tour … coined to ‘smell the roses’ … hint, hint, John …

Leaving Perth on Sunday evening … perfect weekend with a hint of ‘spring’ … don’t you hate it when you leave home and the weather you leave is perfect!!!

A 12km ride from the airport got the legs moving after the long haul flight. The bikes were assembled and off we were in the heat of the day, a little humid under a cloudy sky. A short train from Mestre to Treviso, nice to talk to a young girl from Victoria who is bike packing … she has 2hrs on the train to try and squeeze in Slovinia before she heads home in 6 weeks, she’s been away since 11 June.

Wandering through the narrow streets and alleys in the heart of Treviso, I realise why I’m here.  The old buildings, cobblestone streets, mixes of old and new and the canals add to such a picturesque town.  There are lots of people out and about walking with kids and dogs or cycling through the maze of streets. The piazzas have tables and chairs set up for the diners.

An aperol spritz goes down well before we have some pasta and pizza. An early night as we want to get some serious sightseeing tomorrow,

Sun 16 Apr … Norseman to home

We are getting earlier as we near home.  6.15am today.

That was some old hotel … a rabbit warren to say the least.  Many a story it could tell I’m sure in it’s heyday.  Although through the years it has served many a gold miner as there has been gold mined in the area since gold was first discovered in 1892 and still today there are active mines.

Great time in the morning to catch the sun rising over the dry lakes around Norseman.  My mind goes back to the lovely sunrises on the South Australian penninsulas over the last 6 weeks.

We have been lucky with the weather … shorts and tees for the whole trip.  Only one wet pack up … 3 nights of accommodation all the rest in our tents. We have driven approximately 7900 kilometres.

We left the tent poles in Moonta on our wet pack up which was a blessing as the new telescopic ones are much better positioned for any rain runoff.

John left is electric toothbrush behind. We had 2 punctures in the car.

John still struggles with his glasses around his neck … he refuses to buy good quality glasses chains from specsavers … rubbish from ebay is cheaper … his complaints are only white noise to my ears.

I always maintain that March/April is the best time to travel in the southern parts of Australia.

So that is the end of this adventure … stay tuned … we’ll be setting off on our bikes from Venice to Athens on 23 July … it will probably be a new blog address … I’ll let you know.

Sat 15 Apr … Penong to Norseman

Chasing rainbows …

No tent to pack up makes an early start. We have the sun behind us at 7am as we head off. A couple of small scattered showers around as we watch rainbows coming in and out of formation.

‘There’s always something to do’, I say as I’m vying for the best pic of a rainbow, ‘Yes, when I’m driving!’, says John.

Although there is no internet connection, I have off-line Wikicamps and always on the lookout for points of interest; the sock tree, the teddy bear tree … great for kids (and adults)

No stopping at coastal lookouts today … we have a 40km headwind. A road cyclist heading east … no panniers? Maybe he has a car companion? He has an amazing tail wind but not escaped by the intermittent showers.

We skirted in and out of showers all day lovely views of the coast and the looong straight road of the Nullarbor.

No pics or commentary as I was the pilot for a 5hr stint … I love driving but can’t relay on my co-pilot for the admin duties.

After 1127km, an overnight stop at a very old hotel in Norseman … ummm … most times, I prefer my tent. This was no exemption … however, the room was clean and shower hot.

Fri 14 Apr … Ikara to Penong

We will drive through the rain …

Sadly we leave the Flinders Ranges, leaving the amazing scenery that stands before us as we drive. I’m looking at the progress of the Ultra runners on their way to Quorn … they are out there somewhere parallel to us as I follow them on my phone.

We reflect on the hike of yesterday and compare with the mountains we are passing, feeling confident that we could climb them also.

We pass through Port Augusta and then Ceduna … the Penninsulas now behind us for our memories and great experiences.

The band of rain comes and keeps with us to Penong where we stay at the old hotel rooms. Our last hurrah, flake and salt and pepper squid. Nice chatting with a teacher who has chosen to go remote from Adelaide to a 2 classroom school; the truck driver, a bit anxious delivering a truck to Victoria from Perth and having no phone connection. I just love travelling!

Thu 13 Apr … Ikara

Last chance for an echidna …

I’m so glad the lady at reception suggested the Mount Ohlssen Bagge hike. 2.7km at the turn off … 5.4km return … umm … what will we do this afternoon this is just a bit more than a morning walk at home.

‘Okay John, we are on the lookout again for’ … I spread my fingers out wide, my sign for echidna. It’s a clear morning beautiful blue sky, a lovely contrast with the red rocky mountains before us.

Today we are more exposed as we pass low shrubs, small grass trees thankful its not windy. The red dusty track turns into rocky steps as we start climbing; following the yellow markers.

The gradient increases and at times, we shimmy up the rock face. We reach the first ridge … I’m thinking ‘are we there’ but a sign points ahead with a 1.6km to go. I look up at the top of a mountain ahead and laugh, ‘that is where we are headed!’ it seems funny … no way would we be climbing up there!

We have found a couple to climb with, they are about similar ages and fitness … the time goes by much quicker when you are talking to new acquaintances.

Look!!! Wow …. I’m excited to see a cute little echidna, not bothered at all by us, he’s more interested in the tiny ants he’s sniffing out with his long pointy nose and giving the ground a dig.

That has made my day!! I’ve had a joke that I’m not leaving here until I’ve seen an echidna.

The climbing continues and ends at the top of the mountain that I had laughed about. There is nothing higher around. The 360° views are breathtaking … photos would never capture this view. It’s a great little gathering at the top, lots of oh and ah’s, snack breaks for personal achievements. Lots of little kids looking quite refreshed.

What a hike … capturing the views as we descend. A few on their way up asking, ‘Are we there yet?’ … ‘Just keep going … it’s worth it,’ I say.

Wed 12 Apr … Wilpena Pound/Ikara

On the search for an echidna …

What a campsite!!! Gums and cypress pines, a great bush setting, we are in the Flinders Ranges National Park.  Camping is definitely in vogue, lots of camper trailers and tents in the non powered section.

The gloomy wet, windy weather has abated and a clear day with winds dropping in the afternoon.

Several walks on offer today, we choose the Wangarra Lookout. ‘How old must some of these trees be?’ The riverbed is abundant with river gums … they have been through a lot and some lucky to have survived drought and fire over their life time.

The tracks today attract a variety of ages, so many young families with little tackers in tow. We start climbing to the lookout, that’s not windy it’s extreme!!! The view are amazing.

After a couple of hours … still no sign of an echidna. Sad face!!

Lying on your back and pedalling is supposed to attract emus. Well John gave it a go today as we were riding on a track … 4 emus walking away from us. He put it to the test and sure enough they turned around and walked towards him. I wonder if he can do his magic with echidnas.

We have the Ultra runners passing through tonight … I think I’ll be zzzz.

Tue 11 Apr … Wilpena Pound

Great wild camping night … up to climb the hill above us with magnificent views.  Meandering through the Flinders Ranges ‘will this be like the Dolomites?’, we stop and do a bit of the Blinman Pools Walk along the dry river bed adorned with very old river gums and cypress pines. What would it be like after some rain?

Great underground mine tour and pub lunch speciality of Pie, chips, salad and Pegleg Pint.

The population of 26 has increased here in Blinman, people bustling around and huge greetings, a merchandise area at the pub … tomorrow is the Irrational South 200 & 100 Miler … a running event.

All eyes on the road from Blinman to Wilpena Pound; we have come across a shower of rain and the kangaroos are out enjoying the water collection on the road 13 in the space of 10 minutes. Thankfully there was no carnage. Wilpena Pound camping amongst the trees a beautiful setting.