Sheep, mountains and blue lakes

Queenstown – Lake Tekapo – Alps to Ocean Trail – Central Otago Rail Trail I am sitting on a bed in a base camp for sheep shearers who move from farm to farm. I already took a shower (cold) and made myself comfortable in this small hut with five beds, one of which I used…

Van Diemens Land

Port Fairy – Great Ocean Road – Geelong-Melbourne – Tasmania With the night ferry to Tasmania to bike the Tassie trail for riders, hikers and cyclists. Straight through from north to south. After two days of cycling, I surrendered. The road signage was very poor. I tried to follow my GPS route, but where it…

Volle Kraft vorraus

Adelaide – McLaren Vale – Seaford – Port Fairy – Victoria, Australia Originally I wanted to stay in Adelaide with Phil and Angela for 2 days and then continue on to Melbourne. As luck had it, I fell ill once again. Ten days later I took my leave as I felt fit enough to carry…

Bali ohne Bike

Bali – a great holiday destination for those who would never do without cappuccino, pizza, pastry, etc. and who seek few adventures and rely on timely travelling times from A to B. Nothing here need be left to circumstances…. (scroll down to continue reading) Ein tolles Urlaubsziel fuer Menschen, die auch in der Ferne nicht…

Uluru and Outback

Julie and I set out towards Kings Canyon, a famous gorge just southwest of Alice Springs, on a 150 km gravel-sand-grit washboard-like road. Julie on her mountain bike easily trekked along, I struggled and became a little frustrated as I felt every single stone on the road. I could have travelled easier if I had…

1400 km nach Alice Springs

My first impression was: My God this is a shit here. Without paying even the slightest bit of attention, people pass each other carelessly. There is no eye contact. It was the first time after more than a year that I became upset at a supermarket cash register, everything is unbelievably expensive. The only people…

Last days in Malaysia

Last days in Malaysia What goes up, must come down. That is something I tend to forget when I am climbing. Forty km up the Cameron Highlands and then (hurray) 40 km down again. Every now and then I had to use the pedals. Monkeys I noticed only when they ran away from my bike…