It has been raining a little bit and it is still raining this morning. I get to the camp kitchen and finish charging my electronics and backing up my pictures.
I decide then to go back south for a few kilometres to get back on the National Trail instead of cutting short from town.
Unfortunately the trail is overgrown. The grass sometimes reaches my chin. As it’s been raining it’s also wet. I’m pushing the bike up some crests, going down some hills, not really sure if I’m still on the trail. There is still some mobile coverage, so I use the satellite view to see the tracks, go down a hill to get to a private property and discreetly leave it and get back on the road.
After that I’m riding in a deep Valley that is absolutely amazing.
I cross the Sunday Creek about ten times on this curving road.
There is an old tunnel to go under, that was built for a train track. Being a public holiday today, I’m not the only one to wonder around and take pictures.
In the afternoon the road gets a little bit less interesting with mostly gravel going in a straight line. I think about going to the local winery but it looks like a long driveway up a hill to get to the property. Any additional effort needs to be assessed seriously.
Further down the road I meet Tim, the trekker on foot. We took a different road a few hundred kilometres down south. He is fast but eventually those long stretches are easier to conquer for me and I’m a little bit faster. Faster on the flat and downhill, not quite as fast on uphill. We chat for a while and then it’s time for me to go.
I aim at a property 15km north. A lady from the bush walking group that I met a couple of days ago, said she is friends with the owner and I should ask for shelter.
I’m not sure if that is going to lead to anything. I’ve never met those people and they might not even be home.
The property was not too hard to find thanks to the drawing on the map that lady did for me. Whilst riding down the long driveway to the house, I meet Luck, one of the employees of the farm, who contacts Mona on the radio. I feel embarrassed that I can’t remember the name of the person who gave me this contact details. Actually to be frank, I didn’t ask.
Mona invites me into her home and very soon make me feel welcome. She has an amazing house, old but with a kitchen that would make most of us envious. She managed to conserve the old and reuse some of the wood panel for the kitchen bench. We stay there in the kitchen, chatting for hours, although we just met. We are not quite sure which one of her friend told me to come here, but it does not matter anymore. Mona cooks for me a good serve of pasta, my favourite dish. We then watch one of her favourite movies together and I get to have my own bedroom for the night. In the evening Max, her husband comes back from his fishing trip in the north. He has been away for an entire month. He does not mind me being here, despite being very tired for such a long journey. The lesson I take from this is that you never know who is going to help you down the road and it’s a good idea to be friendly with anyone you meet. They might help you find a shelter or anything really.