Climbing - 112 metres
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An upside of exercising hard for seven hours a day is you get to eat whatever you want.
I like that.
For example, for breakfast I had a bacon egg and cheese sandwich on thick white bread, a doughnut and a coffee with extra chocolate. For my first morning tea I had a Magnum ice cream, for my second morning tea I had a sausage roll with sauce.
No guilt whatsoever.
Another advantage of travelling out in the middle of nowhere is the people you meet. Every single day we have run into a character or two. For example, today we met Mac Nye while we were waiting for the Cobram caravan park manager to come back from whatever the fuck he was doing. Mac Nye is 89 years old and loves a chat. He was a very successful Murray Cod fisherman in his day that conveniently had a photo album of the monster fish that he'd caught over the years. It was actually very interesting, he is a ripper bloke and he is caught plenty of big cod.
This all happened while we were waiting for the caravan park manager to turn up. I'm not quite sure how long that took but we were able to drink six beers in between the time we got at the park and when he arrived. And I'm not quite sure if Brian (the caravan park manager) gets much social interaction because he seemed to have a lot of stories he wished to share with us as well.
Anyway, back to today's ride. We decided to take some of the secondary roads because the main highways are pretty busy. The downside is you can get lost, which I managed to do. The result is I travelled 12 kilometres more than Brian and he is quite disturbed by that. I'm not sure why. He reckons it's not a competition, so why would it matter.
It was another fabulous day for cycling - good quality roads, temps in the low 20s, no hills, low traffic, lovely scenery.
Sadly, early next week this is all going to end.
A shorter day tomorrow at about 90 kms into Rutherglen. We are going to have our only real rest day when we get there, preparing for 3 days of very big hills. But there will be no rest. There is plenty of plonk here that requires tasting. Look forward to our tasting notes and recommendations in tomorrow's blog.
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| Just out of Echuca, great town |
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| Nathalia, at that stage didn't realise I was lost |
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| Legend!! |
You have to love the westerly winds. Great distance covered. I sent something to the riverine herald in echuca but clearly you were not inundated by paparazzi
ReplyDeleteYou have to love the westerly winds. Great distance covered. I sent something to the riverine herald in echuca but clearly you were not inundated by paparazzi
ReplyDeleteG'day mark, we had already left when they made contact but did end up speaking to someone. Thanks for arranging.
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