Insight

I had a very interesting first job experience in New Zealand.  I went against my instincts and took employment with a company that sounded like it had a great cultural environment.  Even though  I had that little feeling that said things were amiss I accepted the role.  I took the amiss feeling to be because people were under time constraints.

Only later would I see the mistake.  By that time it was too late.  I was entrenched in an psychologically abusive relationship....but it was not in a personal relationship.  It was at work.  I just managed to disentangle myself from the situation and I am grateful.

This experience has taught me many, many things.  The first being a deep sorrow for people in abusive relationships, especially if they are emotional/verbal.  As in this type of relationship you feel like you are making a big deal out of nothing and start to question your sanity and self worth without the evidence of bruises. I literally felt some days that I must be in an experiment because there was no way that these things could happen in real life.

My boss would chip away at people everyday.  Using different methods of control.  The interesting thing was that he was causing us not to be productive at work but didn't have the confidence to let us work on our own.  He used techniques of intimidation, manipulation, degradation, isolation, humiliation and others to keep us under his control.

I was lucky that I am single with a knack for saving which would have allowed me to quit when I wanted  except that I didn't have any contacts and would have been slandered if I would have left prior to finding a new job.

I know some of you may say "All bosses are bad"  but the following quote was something he said to the office one morning "Last night I had a dream that I was stabbing someone......and I REALLY liked it".  Intimidated anyone?  NUTTER!

On top of items such as the above statement, there were thousands of little things he did which were meant to slowly break a person.  From attacking the things people loved, to dismissing ideas without reason, to creating conflicts, to degrading people in front of others, to only asking for feedback in open forums so he never received negative feedback....and the list goes on.  These are not acceptable behaviors.

I hope that none of you find yourself in a situation like this but if you do, have strength!  It is difficult but you can do it...you can get away and be happy again.  IT IS POSSIBLE!

I've shared this because after living through it I believe there are a lot of people out there that are stuck in a situation and can not free themselves...or worse do not see that it is not them, but the other person who is wrong.   

Things to think about

I've been trying to find how I became this person.  This person who travels around the world (dare say in a recession).  And I think I've finally started to put my finger on it.

It begins with me being a negative Nancy.  Yes, I had a good job, great friends, and later an awesome boyfriend but the problem was I was no longer being true to myself.  I was comfortable but not content.  One of my life goals is to be happy....and while I enjoyed my life I  had lost something.  I no longer was striving for some unknown.  The world started to become too small.  I know that when I am comfortable I will stay in that place for a looonnnggg time, maybe forever if something or someone does not push me.  Unknowningly I was begining to be complacent.  I was happy with my life just the way it was...which would be fine other than the fact that I started to feel old.

For someone that was just past their mid 20's I should not feel old.  I should not look at my life as though it was predestined.  Now I'm not sure when  I made a decision to do what I always had wanted to do but hadn't done but it happened.  I wanted to live abroad for one year.  Since I happened to have a good job I also wanted to spend that one year not working.  This was crazy...living abroad and not working?  Who was this person who had kidnapped the practical, responsible Carissa and what were her motives?!

The answer was easy...I was doing the things I had always been too scared to do.  I saw all of these things as items I would do once I had been a productive adult and retired.  Life showed me that I might not have the opportunity to retire.  That maybe tomorrow would be my last day.  Now I wouldn't be ashamed of my life but could I honestly say that I had lived life to the fullest?  Could I say that I hadn't let fear stop me from doing what I loved?  No, I wouldn't have been able to honestly say yes to those questions.  So planning began and as planning began a little spark ignited.  This spark said that because of the amount of money I could save I wouldn't be able to go without working.  Solution?  Cycle tour?!  Yes, this was my process.  I  knew sometime in the future I would like to try cycle touring so why not make it a year long beginner tour?

And that is how I took that step from committed cyclist to crazy cycle tourist.  Budget.  I'm so glad that I was silly enough to decide that it would be a great thing to go cycle around a country on my own.  Even with my accidents (or maybe because of them) I feel truly lucky that I have been able to accomplish some of my life goals.  I would have never believed that I would have done the things I've done just 3 years ago.  These goals were not even on my radar of options.  Which reminded me that you are the only thing that limits what you can accomplish.  I'm not saying things won't be difficult, frustrating, stressful, or scary but that they can be done.

I wish a younger version of me would have realized the things that I could complete.  I've met some amazing people who are blessed to have realized this incredibly early in their lives and it makes me so happy to see. Also, incredibly jealous.

So think about that one thing you've always wanted to do.  Be it reading 5000 books or swimming in the Artic and start the path towards it.  Maybe it's making the list of books, or buying pictures of polar bears.  Do that tiny first step in the right direction because you're not going to regret it.

Nehalem Bay to Seattle

June 7th, 2011 - Nehalem Bay to Ilwaco - 45 miles

Today started out from Nehalem bay into 20 miles of 4 hill climbs. The first bit was pretty but then the frustration of hills started to set in. Luckily the next 20 miles were quite flat. As I went through Warrenington and headed to the first long bridge of the day I caught a glimpse of the behemoth that I would be needing to go over. I started to laugh a nervous giggle as I had a good 2 miles or staring at this giant beast!

The Astoria bridge is a much talked about item on the Pacific Coast Highway tour among tourist. It is a four mile long bridge with no shoulder. There is extra fun for southbound riders as they stare at the steep incline at the end of the bridge for the whole ride. For northbound riders we begin with a steep incline. Since the last bridge was no fun and was less then half the length I decided to stop and have a coffee prior to proceeding. As I was looking for a coffee shop I made a last hail mary and stopped at the visitor center. It turned out there was a bus that would take me over the bridge and a couple of miles from my campsite for the night! Of course I had just missed the next bus by ten minutes so I had a couple of hours to wait for the next. I figured the $0.50 was worth the wait.

On entering the bus I was greeted by what obviously was the regular crowd of 10 or so people who all soon knew my story and did not hesitate to give advice. It is amazing how many people will offer advice to help ensure that I took the safest route and knew of hard places on the journey. This fact always delights me.

As it started to rain while setting up camp a lady running past by and stopped to chat. It turns out that she had cycle toured and offered me a place to stay for the night.

She had to go to work at 4:30 am as she worked as a fishery agent and had to inspect the offloading of the fishing boat.  As it was I forgot my tent in her car and had to wait for her to return prior to heading off for the night.  While we waited her boyfriend and I were chatting and I found out that they were driving through Seattle later in the day.  Well I wasn't excited about the three days of raining that was expected so I asked if I could catch a ride.

We made it to Seattle where I was dropped off with Nate who had pizza and beer waiting.  We spent most of the night catching up.  It was great to be with family again.

Running? RUNNING???

30 x 30 update - 5 km continuous running

Why would I ever think adding running to my 30 x 30 would be a good idea?  I know in theory it's because I want to be able to complete a duathlon or adventure race but putting this into reality reminds me of many things.  One of these being how much I hate running!!

I have completed two runs now (in two days) and am having a fun time trying to walk around.  In cycling you should stretch but if you don't there are limited consequences.  I forgot that when you don't stretch before running all of a sudden all of your muscles refuse to do any of the basic things you take for granted, such as walking.  I did stretch before my runs but I forgot about a lot of the stretches I used to do prior to running, hence the muscles that now refuse to work.

There are many reasons I hate running.  With the main one being the reason I stopped in the first place, feeling like I was about to vomit.  (I used to run the mile in middle school for our track team.)  I know that this sick feeling is because I'm pushing myself too far to fast but I just can't seem to help it.  When I start running it feels good so I go fast, which means I can only run for about 200 meters at a time before I'm completely out of breath and want to puke.  Which leaves me not feeling good.  Viscous cycle.

I know it would help if I actually went to the trails, instead of running along the road, like I was planning.  At least that way when I started walking I'd have a view.  It just doesn't seem worth it right now as I can only run less than 0.75 miles at a time (walking and running).  I don't want to take the time to head over to the trails just to have to ride back home after 15 minutes.  I'm also scared to push myself too hard too soon especially after feeling the pain my calves are in today.

So I suppose I'll just have to grin and bare it till I get into a routine where hopefully the hate smolders into something less.  Until then I will continue to swear at myself for putting such a stupid thing on my list.

Winter Whack III

1 & 2 June 2012

So I've been pretty low key for the last 6+ weeks as my arm was healing in cast.  I really forget how mellow and down I get when I have an injury that results in me being off the bike.

But that has all changed now!  I am back to being Carissa and a big help in that was Winter Whack III, a bike polo tournament.  It happened that I got my cast off the day prior to the start of the festivities so I was pretty pumped.  Not that I could play but that I could do little things and not have that annoying thing on.

Went out on Friday to watch the knife fights which Andy ended up winning with a great shot through both bottom brackets.

Had a few hours sleep prior to heading back to the courts to listen to the pre-event briefing, that even had a perfectly timed earthquake to coincide with the safety portion.  I'd volunteered to help with the event as I couldn't play...as one of the players said I was "camp mom".  Not sure that camp mom's are suppose to drink beer (had a keg of Three Boys and Andy's home brew on the sidelines) though.

Then the day of polo started.  It was great to be around like minded bike people.  Made some new friends and got to know others a bit better.  Really was a great day and we lucked out with the weather being really nice.

Lopo Libre

Rob from Samurai Polo Cats

The view from the courts at dusk

Two days after this event Christchurch got a nice dumping of snow.  I'm glad I wasn't on the sidelines in a half foot of snow!  Much more pleasant to be warm.

30 by 30

Pretty self explanatory.  Need to cross everything off by my birthday next year.  Wish me luck.

Here is the final list.  Half way through the year I changed my view on what was important and as such didn't make it through my list.  On the other hand I did a few things not on the list that I think are more important.  Also, I originally dismissed how difficult the transition to making a home in a new country is (versus visiting/travelling).

1. Get an engineering job in NZ Okay it's not technically engineering but in a related field
2. Take a dance class - Update: Took a Ceroc course, need to do another
3. Run at least 5 km at one time
4. Enter a duathlon or long distance event Totally cheated here...entered the event but didn't go
5. Go to a rugby game Completed 19/5
6. Have a century day (100 mile bike ride)
7. Learn to drive a manual car ( I drove Darryl's type 3 VW car 10 km...calling that a win)
8. Write down one thing I'm grateful for a day
9. Floss weekly - was really good for 4 months then not so good
10. Make a home brew
11. Learn how to make a good latte Still working on this, but it's drinkable
12. Learn basics in spanish -nope try again later
13. Make a dress - Update: 2013 finished one dress and 90% down with two additional ones
14. Complete a knitting project other than a scarf (or other rectangle or square) - made some mustache things
15. Build a bike up from a frame - mabel is at the painters...this will happen shortly
16. Try sailing - not gonna make it....will keep it on to do list
17. Try rock climbing outside - (Update:  I did do this in 2013!!)
18. Make 3 different types of cheese - (Update: 2013 Made mozzarella, ricotta, and creme fraiche)
19. Start pilates - (Update: 2013 completed. Need to sign up for more!)
20. Write a short story
21. Volunteer at least 12 hr for a good cause
22. Learn to cook one new thing a month
23. Collect some sort of shellfish direct from the ocean
24. Write and SEND one card/letter a month
25. Read 12 nonfiction book including recipe, crafting, design, architecture, selfhelp, biographies
26. Walk/run the Tongario crossing (giving myself a by as part of the crossing is closed due to volcanic eruption, yes an excuse but valid I think)
27. Attend a art/music class - calling sewing art UPDATE: took a singing course
28. Milk a cow
29. Abstain from alcohol for 30 days - My alcohol intake is about 2 drinks a week which I figured was close enough that I didn't bother
30. Learn to surf -This one is the only one I'm quite annoyed at myself for not completing
    
    Other random goals/accomplishments I didn't have on my list but completed:
    
    1a) Left a horrible job before it left me jaded
    2a) Did 800 km detour on a roadtrip that resulted in an unforgettable weekend
    3a) Set up a home in a new country
    4a) Acknowledge I have feelings and trying to use them productively
    5a) Received residency in a new country
    6a) started playing bike polo
    7a) Walked through a stream that was also a cave
    8a) cycled the otago rail trail
    9a) survived a second broken arm

Chiang Mai

After breakfast and a couple of coffees I conceded I needed to leave Barrie and Sunnie's and than I continued on my way.  Though I was told about a route following the river by the Canadian couple I wasn't in the mood to meander and enjoy.  Was ready to get to the city and get me a massage.  Part of this had to do with the fact that Barrie and I had stayed up late drinking beer and my head was a little fuzzy this morning.

So I followed the busy highway into town.  As I was going I thought it might have been a good idea to take the other route but too late now.

Got into town and was wandering around for a decent guesthouse when I ran into the women's only one I had heard about.  It had a gated courtyard perfect for Mabel and little extras that only ladies care about so I decided to stay.  Like free cookies and fruit!

Didn't do too much that day as I was tired from the ride and lack of sleep.

22 February 2012 - Chiang Mai

Today I ran a bunch of errands that needed to get done.  I went out to the train station and got my ticket to Bangkok, had pictures printed so I can send them to Chang, got a haircut (hell yeah no more mullet), and went through my bags to get rid of stuff.  Since I was so productive I thought I earned a massage!

Was going to go back out but ended up chatting with my dorm mate for the rest of the evening.

23 February 2012 - Chiang Mai

My dorm mate (Oksana) had done a cooking class that she really enjoyed so I signed up for the same on.  It was really good as the instructor was funny and lively.  Plus there were only 7 of us so we all started chatting.

After spending all day slaving over the kitchen I decided to get a 2 hour massage.  I've decided to take full advantage of my last days in Thailand and inexpensive massages.  After I was all relaxed I went to the little street market and ate prior to coming back to chat with Oksana again.

24 February 2012 - Chiang Mai

Today was shopping day.  After six months of wearing the same thing I was ready for a new outfit and needed a swimsuit for Australia.  There are so many cute dresses everywhere and most are under $10.  So I bought three dresses and a swimsuit for under $40.  Prior to this I only had 2 off bike shirts and 1 pair of shorts which would not be enough for Australia where most of the time will not be cycling days. (Not that I need justification).

Of course had another massage.  Then I hit a little sad spot as happens sometimes so I went to grab a beer prior to dinner and was going to come back to the guesthouse.

As it happened I couldn't resist the sign at the Irish pub for Guinness.  I guess I want to get used to paying Australian prices.  So I get my most delicious stout...nothing better then a smooth cold beer in hot weather and see that Rugby is on and better yet in about an hour ice hockey will be playing.  And there I sat no longer the least bit sad as I got to watch two of my favorite sports in a cute dress, with a new haircut being left totally to myself.  Yes, this was good.

The funny thing was that Vancouver was playing.  The last time I watched hockey was the Stanley cup last year where Vancouver played horribly.

Luckily the game was a good one and I enjoyed it until the third period when a Canadian sat down next to me.  We started chatting and I ended up not seeing the rest of the game but he was quite interesting and had just gotten into Thailand a couple of weeks before.  Had one of those great life discussions and overall good time.  You guessed it another retired man.  The longer I travel the more excited I get to grow old.  Not only will I have the adventurous spirit but the wisdom to go along with it.

A really perfect end to an overall great day.  Also, helped me remember not to sweat the small stuff as life is pretty grand.

As a cycle tourist there isn't much to do in Chiang Mai as it turns out most people come to the city to head to the remote areas I was just in.  So I do wish I would have stayed another day or two out in the country but I met some great people.

Fremantle

7 March 2012 – Rottnest

Took the ferry from Hillary's to Rottnest with Dane. When had to share the ferry with a full boat of school children. What a noisy boat. Expecially because we were in the front and the trip was a bumpy one.

Dane wasn't feeling the best so it was funny to hear his little statements at particularly annoy kids.

When we got to the island Dane got us a campsite as I became a sherpa. I had strapped Dane's bag with the tent and his stuff on top of my rack and had my backpack on along with my purse. While Dane was riding unencumbered. He soon found how nice bike racks were...especially if they aren't on your bike.

We quickly set up the tent as we only had a few hours of sunlight left. The wind was really blowing so we left hoping our tent would be there when we returned.

As Dane wasn't feeling the best we went a short way around the coast and found a beach to swim in prior to heading back and picking up food. We picked up a great selection of picnic food to have on the beach.

We stopped by the campsite on the way to discover that the tent was still there though was looking quite sickly. We tried to make a couple of adjustments only to discover that one of the poles had snapped. As it was there was still room for our heads without risk of suffocation so we left it to go to the beach and see the sunset.

This was one of the best dinners/nights I've had in a long time as we sat on the steps to the lighthouse watching the sunset, eating good food, in great company, and drinking almost tequila sunrises. As the night progressed the near full moon lit up the beach and we had a great view of the planets and then stars coming out.

Dane had just bought a SLR camera and we sat playing around with it. Making both of us appear as ghosts without bodies.

After going back to the campsite to reveal that our tent had not become worse and fighting off the kangaroo rats that persisted on trying to attack me (or not). We settled into our rundown accommodations for a lovely nights sleep.

8 March 2012 – Rottnest to Fremantle

Went with Dane to his ferry as he had to get back for work and then headed out around the island. It was another lovely day and I had until 4:00 to explore. I would cycle a bit and then stop off for a swim in one of the bays.

I made it all the way to the west end of the island and headed back towards town. Unfortunatly I forgot to hire a snorkel set so I did get any snorkeling in. As I neared the area that we had cycled the day before I headed inland to the beautiful but slightly aromatic Pink Lake.

Then made my way back to town for a late lunch

The Sail and Anchor had choices upon choices of delicious beer. Though they didn't have a sour on tap so ya know. I did however get a chili dry dock (chili dry hopped) and an American IPA. I love AIPA's when I'm not in the country because they rarely use cascade hops which I'm still on the fence about.

After sitting reading my book I looked around at the posters decorating the walls and recognized a fair amount but had a couple surprised. Such as Rainer Brewery....the only beers I've had of theirs are similar to PBR the midwestern classic but actually in Seattle they will have PBR on tap prior to Rainer. Crazy town. After having a laugh on that note I decided to grab some beers and head back to the hostel. Luckily for me (sarcasm) there are quite a few longtermers so I don't want to deal with breaking into the realm at this moment in time. Really should've stayed around instead of going out for drinks by myself but I had fun that I can't really translate to other people. Not too many people are satisfied by looking out a window at the bikes that go by, reading a book and drinking good beer.

So in the last week I've noticed that I have a couple of serious problems. One is my bike obsession (really I wouldn't call it obsessive) and my beer obsession (same statement as before).

Perth

1 March 2012 


Heading from my guesthouse in Bangkok to the Airport Rail link I missed my turn and ended up on a interstate for a short section before I could exit and try for the correct street.

Arriving at the station I was told that my bike could not be taken on the train.  LAME.  So I dumped out my backpack and started disassembling my bicycle.  This is always the part that makes me want to punch Asians.  Now that I am irritated and busy working they sit there and just watch me for 15 minutes.  This seems to always occur I know it's just that they are curious but at the time I just want to be left alone.  Nothing to see here...keep going.  Needless to say I was done with Asia and wanted to get back to the western world.

I had a great time in the parts of Asia I saw but unlike most places I've been I don't have the overwhelming urge to return to them.  I want to make it to all the countries I missed but don't feel the need to revisit the ones I explored unless I'm meeting friends there (hint hint people).

Once Mabel was shoved into her bag I took the lift to the train and made my way to the airport. The plane rides went smoothly and before I knew it I was being greeted in Perth by a sleepy Dane and his father.

Off we headed to the suburbs of Perth where I would have the great pleasure of staying for the next few days.

2 March 2012 - Perth

Today I got up and enjoyed a nice cup of tea with milk.  Then I sat outside and went online where the near silence was a surprise!  Didn't realize how much I missed silence until then.

But the thing I was excited for in getting to Australia did not let me down!  For the first time in almost 4 months I was CLEAN!!  No layer of grime even though I just got out of the shower. No nasty black boogers. No breathing in thick smog.  It was lovely.

I put together Mabel with only a small issue of needing to place the rear derailleur cable into it's stay.  After some manipulating and a little elbow grease she came right and it was smooth sailing from there.

Then met the rest of the family and had a nice friday night of watching a movie prior to heading to bed.

3 March 2012 - Perth

Got up and went into work with Dane as he had a short shift at the aquarium.  It was fun to wander around and of course touch the animals in the touch pool.  I touched a shark!  Sometimes I wonder if I get more excited then the kids.

After Dane was done with work we went for a swim and jumped off the jetty.  It seems that this is the base of our friendship since we did the same in Croatia.

Dane's cousin had her engagement party that night so I got to go to his family gathering.  It was fun to go to someone's family outing where I had no invested interest.  Good times were had.

4 March 2012 - Perth

Today I finally made it into the city.  I found out that the Perth bike polo practiced on Sunday's so I went in to meet up with some (hopefully) like minded people.  Of course I was not disappointed and the group was great.

The funny thing was there was a girl in a dress there and they said "She's great, can't you tell".  I believed them but soon realized that because she was wearing a dress I was to assume she didn't ride bikes....hmm...haven't met my friends...and kinda wish I would've work the dress I was going to.

Anyway, the guys were great and let me play a few games while giving me tips.  I'm quite timid and need to use my brake A LOT more but I can see why so many people love the game.  Plus I really need to improve my bike skills so when I find a home I will for sure be building up a polo bike.

Talking about building up a polo bike, one of the guys just put a White Industry chrome crankset on his. WHAT?!? Why put something so nice on?  Still don't get that...or the Ti brakes that were on the bike I was using but each to their own on bike builds.

And this last paragraph was when I realized I truly truly have a bike problem!

5 March 2012 - Woodvale (Perth)

Today Dane was at Uni and it happened to be horribly hot so I changed my plans from biking the 20 km into town to heading to the local beach.  It was a nice leisurely bike ride and I soon found the bike path that joined multiple beaches together.  I went and spent a bit of time in the water and reading prior to being frightened of burning and riding back home.

6 March 2012 - Perth

Today I went into Perth in the morning with Dane where we had a coffee prior to him heading to class.  I then spent the day exploring the city (as polo day was mostly just polo).  Needless to say I spent most of the day in Kings Park overlooking the city and enjoying multiple different locations.

Once I got hungry I headed around town to find a cute little place and explore.  After food I headed along the river until I happened across another park like area and sat in the shade next to the river.  Soon a dolphin was seen and I pretty much thought it was an awesome day.

But we weren't finished yet Dane and I met up for a Kangaroo burger (yep you can eat the national symbol).  Then headed out to Fremantle to see the city and stop at the raved about Little Creatures.  Had a good hoppy beer but don't know what it was called as I first tried the "Bright Ale" (golden ale) and didn't like it so the bartender gave me this one.

We then headed to a different bar where one of Dane's best friends was working and I had an IPA and and Imperial Stout by Moo Brewery.  Both were very good.

addiction

Sometimes there is a slow realization of things down in my gut. They seem to boil up, bursting as they reach air with whispers of these feelings. POP..”B”....POP...”soaring”...POP...”happy”. As the realization of what this actually means starts to come into focus that sinking feeling washes over me again.

I am addicted. Totally unable to control myself, need to calm the nerves....just a little won't hurt, will it?Yes, with this broken arm I finally have to admit my debilitating addiction to cycling. I always thought I could stop if I wanted to but I now know that it is just not the case. I am getting irritable as none other and am really at the point where I don't want to look at pretty bikes as it makes me angry (stupid chrome bike with full campy groupset..NO you are NOT pretty...argh no good bike).

To put a rainbow over this situation I get to talk to the specialist this week about the chances of surgery...which since I'm now talking with him instead of the normal doctor and had a second catscan I'm thinking the news does not involve bunnies hopping in circles singing to me joyously.

But back to the trouble at hand. After the multiple accidents you would of thought I would have fessed up to this addiction by now. Or maybe when I started collecting a herd of bicycles? Luckily I was always surrounded by someone more thoroughly engulfed in this devil called cycling (“well So and So has fifteen bikes so I must not have a problem!”). Yes it is a slippery slope that I slid down and now that I am banned for an unallotted amount of time I'm understanding how much my life has become about bikes. Now, just maybe part of this epiphany is also because I've spent 16 of the last 22 months cycle touring (okay really 14 months cause of the other broken arm).

HOLY CRAP until I typed that I really I forgot it was so much time.

Anyway, the thing with cycle touring is that it gets under your skin in so many ways. I think that it will be a long time until I understand all the ways it's helped me grow as a person. The places I've been, the emotions I dealt with, the challenges I conquered, all of it is so amazing. It's also why even though some days I go to bed early and put on an awesome impression of a recluse the next day I force myself to get out of bed and continue on. It's just one more pedal stroke up the long gradual climb. I know that a broken arm is nothing compared to what a lot of people I know are dealing with and once again I have to think about how lucky I am. How much worse all of my falls could've been and coming out with a couple of broken arms is by no means fun (sometimes funny) I still know it's a small price to pay for all the experiences I've gained.

So I suppose there are a lot worse addictions to have.

The Aussie, the American, the bike formally known as (BFKA) Neutrino, the bike known as Mabel Syrup, and the Skyline

March 10 - 25^th 2012

Canberra

So I highjacked my friend Mick's roadtrip/biking adventure. Okay maybe he invited me but it's more fun for me to imagine holding him (or more liking BFKA Neutrino) hostage until he caved. That's much more exciting than the true events so I'll stick with the hostage situation.

Anyway I said goodbye to Perth and flew over to Canberra. The little visited capital city. Mick's cousin is going to Uni there and as such had a Uni open house policy. The ladies were really friendly though they weren't around too much with school and all.

Mick was able to borrow a bike for me to use so the next day we went out to do some mountain biking. He was quite a trooper as I am beyond sucky and he would patiently wait for me to get through a run. It always amazes me how quickly I get tired while MTBing but I think part of it is that I tense every muscle in my body the whole time which causes early fatigue.

Mick sniper attacked me at the end of a run

After the morning outing we made the fatal mistake of eating lunch and getting comfortable so we didn't end up going and seeing the city (or the symphony playing Hollywood Hits) that night and instead went to bed early as we had an 8:00 am MTB date. The friend who lent the bike was keen to come out with us and wanted to head out early. I did however get Mabel back together so the afternoon wasn't competely unproductive.

Dave met us at the house and we headed on the short ride to the park. All other MTB areas around the City were closed due to the crazy amount of rain that had fallen. Both the guys were again really great to ride with and Dave made sure to wait at all the junctions so I didn't get lost. I know the guys probably would've gone out for longer and been faster had I not been trailing along so I really appreciated them taking it  down to my level.

After the MTBing we made a temporary bike shop in the driveway and changed out the seals of Dave's front shock. We said bye to Dave and had a quick lunch prior to heading out to explore the city. We went around the west side of the lake and then stopped for a half dinner prior to heading back home for some more food and beers. After a refuel and remembering to grab a couple of beers we went to explore the east side of the lake. Turns out the reason there wasn't much bike/ped traffic on that side was cause a section of the track was washed out. So we headed back and just sat down to drink our beer when a fireworks show started on the other side of the lake. Pretty awesome timing on our part!

With most of the MTBing tracks closed we decided to head out the following day.

To Sydney and Sydney -

We headed towards Sydney and this was officially my first view of the Australian countryside. It was pretty, starting with rolling hills and then coming into eucalyptus forests.

Soon we were back at the coast. Camp tonight was suppose to be in a State Forest that ended up being a National Park. After a very minor getting stuck episode we headed back to the first campsite we found and put up camp. The night was great as we had a great view of the stars and mostly no wind.

The next day we made it to Sydney and Mick's grandmothers house. She is 95 and quite spry! Mick's uncle was also there so we all chatted.

The next day Mick went MTBing. Finally able to quench his MTB itch without having to be patient with me tagging along. I headed out on Mabel to explore the city. As I inefficiently found my way across the Harbour bridge I ran into a bike shop which gave me a map of the city and some suggestions of must sees.

I spent all day wandering through the city at a very leisurely pace. It was so much fun to be riding in a city again...playing with traffic! I love how fun it is to be moving with city traffic and watching out for all the obstacles...people, doors, cars, debris. So fun!

Some building in Sydney

because Mabel wants memories of the trip too!

As the afternoon was coming I decided to meander back to Mosman so I didn't have to find my way in the dark.

The following day was rainy and gloomy so a perfect day to catch up online and give the parents a ring. Rainy days can be fun when you aren't camping.

On the Road – Sydney to the Gold Coast

The weather improved the next day so we decided to continue on our way. Mick chose an amazing place to camp! But prior to that we went on a koala hunt at the nearby koala reserve...needless to say we did not spot a koala. Though we did see a kookaburra and a pelican hanging out on a street lamp.

closest koala I saw

Mick taking a break from the koala hunt

Pelican just hanging

Mick drinking a beer enjoying the view

The view

Just because your camping doesn't mean you can't be gourmet

After we finished our little jaunt through the woods we drove to Myall Lakes National Park. The camping location was great as it was right next a lake and we could hear the ocean on the otherside. The best of both worlds. After setting up camp we went to sit on a log and enjoy the sunset. Another clear night allowed for great stargazing and a few shooting stars were spotted.

The next day we stopped by Dark Point to go for a swim at the beach prior to heading on for the day. While no swimming was possible due to the roughwaters it was great to climb up what seemed to be a small sand dune to find ourselves with a stretch of 300 or more meters of dunes prior to the beach. It was awesome. As I was behind Mick as I came over the dune he looked back with what I can only imagine was the same eye to eye grin that I had on my face. Such an unexpected brilliant start to the day.

As we left the dunes it started to sprinkle which would happen off and on all day. As we headed inland to our next destination it became more consistent. We kept up hope that the rain would not hold has we headed onto the gravel road in Barrington Tops National Park. Needless to say we didn't see much as we climbed. What little we could see seemed to be quite impressive. After discussion we still believed that the rain would not get worse and as such we should camp. Since the fly wasn't waterproofed we first set up a tarp in the windy drizzle. Then we proceeded to put up the tent. Of course it was nice and rocky requiring all stakes to be pounded into the ground.

After camp was nicely set up we retreated to the car to play games on Mick's iphone. Then we made dinner...luckily we did not have to cook it on the campstove. By the time dinner was finished water was creeping dangerously close to the tent...or should I say castle surrounded by a moat?! Another discussion, and it was determined to sleep in the car. We set up a nice entertainment system and watched a few MTB videos prior to heading to a dry sleep.

Unfortunately the rain hadn't cleared by the morning and we took down the unused tent in it. Heading through another day of off and on rain left both Mick and I cranky. Each time it appeared that the rain was finally gone it would come back stronger just to completely squash all hope of a dry day. We took the coast road which did give a few great dry views of the coast. We begrudgingly headed toward our final destination and the inevitable wet tent and wet set up. We were so sure of this that neither one of us mentioned picking up beers.

As we turned onto the minor road to the campsite the sun started peeking out of the clouds and even gave the forest an amazing golden appearance. We set the tent up to dry and headed to the beach. It was completely abandoned accept for us. Plus the waves were just rough enough to be lots of fun without pounding us. We dried off and were both in a better mood. Actually in complete shock of how nice it was! We then headed for a short ride to see if we could get good photos of the trees but it appeared we missed our moment. Still got a couple but missed the really good light.

The rig

my beach

trees

The next day the sky looked menacing and we were doubtful that it would be a good day. After heading along the coast we started to head inland to the next Park and the sky slowly started to clear. We got into camp and could actually sit around outside for awhile. We made our dinner and were soon visited by possums who were quite cheeky and one even touched Mick before it burned itself on the mosquito coil we had going.

This was viewable for exactly 5 minutes...perfect timing yet again

Cheeky guy just burnt himself

Of course all thing have to come to an end and it started to sprinkle just as we were going to go for a night walk to see night creatures.

The next day we headed for the hike that Mick had planned to do.  Since the last bit to the peak was a granite face which was slippery due to the rain I turned back prior to the summit.  No point in tempting fate.

As I went on the easy flat hike I saw the worlds slowest race when two slugs were following each other.  Then got to see a bearded dragon and these other lizards that scooted across water.  The granite landscape was amazing and reminded me of the stone giants from "The Never Ending story"

slug race!

giant's doorway

Once we were both back from our hikes we decided to go for a little bike ride.  We ran into a couple who told us we wouldn't be able to cycle up the hill to the hike...we were optimistic that we could do it.  To the couples credit it would've been a hard climb for someone not use to hills especially as it got quite steep in the middle.  I got a little out of breath but slowly and steadily made my way up.  Mick of course didn't even seem to realize there was an incline as he is one of those people that LOVES hills (weirdo).

We then had to come up with a story to tell the couple to not feel bad about themselves.  As it turns out the wife had just learned to ride a bike for the first time in her life 3 months before and I would have been amazed had she been able to conquer that hill.  I did mention to them that both of us also cycle across countries to hopefully not discourage them...plus I'm not too proud that I push my bike up hills sometimes still.

The next day we headed out to camp near a new mtb park that came about due to a new dam being built.  As we started setting up camp we soon made a friend...a long slithery poisonous (but not too poisonous) friend. Let's just say I'm not thrilled about poisonous snakes..or anything poisonous other than a platypus really.


And it was having a grand old time climbing up and down the tent.  Now this was annoying but what was really bugging me was how we were going to know if we had a snake surprise when we tried to get into the tent later.  Mick on the other hand was enjoying this immensely...partially I'm sure because I would scurry the other way to keep a maximum distance between me and the snake (could this one strike only a third of it's body length or the full length?).  Of course as I left the excitement to use the bathroom it started heading towards the toilet block and to my great horror there was a perfect snake sized gap at the bottom to ensure air circulation!

Anyway after awhile the snake got bored of tormenting me and headed towards supper.  Mick needed to do some bike maintenance and I figured I should do some myself.  We got done and went for a short ride mostly to check out which runs were closed due to rain and if Mabel could pretend she was a mtb.

making friends my mom warned me about

Mick doing maintenance 

purdy 

hanging out in a tree

The next day Mick went off on the real runs as I meandered through the easy tracks with Mabel.  She actually did a lot better than I thought She was going to.

Once we had lunch we packed up the tent and headed to the Gold Coast where I would be staying with Verin.  Mick and I said our goodbyes outside Verin's apt and then Verin and I went to catch up.  It was quite funny to realize how much I had missed female friends!  I had been surrounded almost entirely by men for the last six months and it was so nice to talk with a lady!!

I really only had three times in my travels where I had female travel companions and that was with my Aunt in Bangkok, Laos, and then Chiang Mai.  I always have more male friends partly due to my profession, growing up with brothers, and being into bikes but this trip made me cherish the lady friends that I have and that I made!  It was so nice when I was talking about something that upset me and Verin just got up and said "This is a chocolate conversation" and came back with Tim Tams.  Those are the small things that men wouldn't understand.

It was really great to catch up with her and a slight shock that she had cut off her dreads but she looked cute as ever in her rotating hat collection.

Truthfully I'm tired the cycle tour of Asia made me emotionally exhausted in a way I didn't expect and the thought of being in one spot for awhile was causing me overwhelming happiness.  When I got to New Zealand I had an amazing wave on satisfaction sweep over me. Of course the path I was meant to go down was not the smooth highway but a minimum maintenance road.

So here I am in my flat wanting a job to fall in my lap. A portion of me would love to whine to someone about how I haven't found a job but my heart won't allow that.  I have not put in the effort necessary to find a job and as such I have not found one.  There are a myriad of reasons and excuses why this is so but the biggest one is that I don't feel like it.  I'm not in the mood to put on my smile and fake it yet...I'm still in the mode to sit in my living room and read books and research jobs.  Of course a part of me also is scared.  Once I start actually trying to find a job the rejection notices will have a sting I'm not sure my wounded pride can recover from...see I told you I had excuses.

Partly I feel like I broke this arm because I missed learning something vitally important last time.  I learned a lot so I will say I don't think it was REALLY necessary to have me break the other one, universe....couldn't I have just sprained some muscles?  No, no, that would mean I would lead a boring, pain free (or little) existence which is not my style.

Anyway I have decided that I will allow myself this week to make a plan to move forward and will start implementing it next week.  This is not only for the job hunt but also to make more friends.

NZ round 2 - I'm beginning to sense it hates me

Getting into the country I felt like I was home.  The weather was nice with that crispness in the air that signals autumn.  I flew down to Christchurch the next day where I met up with some friends.  Then headed over to the west coast the following day to pick up my stuff from Adam and enjoy a couple days in one of my  favorite place in NZ.

The weather was absolutely stunning...as if I was being welcomed back.  After a couple of days on my own I realized that I had enough of alone time and headed back towards Christchurch prior to going to the Banks Peninsula for a daytrip.

On the way to Akaroa I was surprised to find the hills so big and steep.  This was the first time I was impressed by something I had cycled.

I mentioned to Geoff that I wanted to go to Queenstown for some mountain biking and he was keen so we planned to go the next weekend.

I started doing errands and re-familiarizing myself with the layout of the city since the city central was still cordoned off..

The weekend came quick and the weather was absolutely beautiful.

Got up had some breakfast and then got kitted out prior to heading up the gondola. Started to go down and was following Geoff went on a line I normally wouldn't have but it went good.  The bike was feeling like a pogo stick (finally understood that phrase) and I was going to exchange bikes when I got to the bottom of the run.  Of course as luck would have it that didn't occur as I fell off andas I tried to toss the bike landed on my arm with a familar sensation.  Geoff was way in front of me and an Aussie couple stopped to help.

The best part of this came after the hospital trip when Geoff said he really wished he would of got a picture of me and Fiona spooning on the side of the trail!  Once he said it I could only imagine how it looked to everyone going by as she tried to keep me warm....priceless really.

cast number 1 with not the bike i was on

cast number two and my green jacket

Anyway this is how my world works 10 days into the country I broke my other arm....well at least I broke my record of 21 days!  

Mae Tang

22/2/2012


Chiang Dao to east of Mae Tang - 50 km

Today I had a short ride from Chiang Dao Caves to outside of Mae Tang to a warmshowers host.  I had debated just going into town but am super glad I didn't let that side win.

Turning off the highway I was scared to see a hill rising into the distance.  I calmed myself by remember that a cyclist had given me directions and if the next 7 km had all been a climb he would have mentioned that.  Sure enough a few hundred meters in and the ground leveled out.  I stopped to get a coffee and then shortly after stopped for a jelly treat that I had been seeing.  It was a great jelly, coconut milk, and ice treat.  Nice and refreshing while piled with calories!

Continued a short distance to Barrie and Sunnie's house.  They showed me to my room and before we got too far into conversation Sunnie asked if I wanted to clean up and she'd make some lunch.

Sunnie is an amazing cook and for the two days I stayed with them I was completely spoiled with homecooked Thai meals!

It was really interesting to talk with Barrie as we have a very similar style of thought with cycling and hearing about how he ended up in Thailand.  Again it was a couple of days of soul rejuvenation and so relaxing to look out at the rice paddies and chat the day away.

Also nice to have someone with different views to discuss things with.  Chatted about being an expat and different elements of the Thai culture that were/are difficult for westerners to follow.

Chiang Dao Caves

Chiang Dao Caves

Met three Americans doing a scooter tour at the guesthouse last night and headed to the caves with them this morning prior to them heading on their way.  The cave was interesting as the upper level was very hot and made me nervous as all these propane torches were used to show us through.  But it was fun to be able to actually have to crawl through spaces.

I decided to stay another night but needed to head into town to the ATM.  On my way back I saw two cycle tourists without their panniers.  Turns out they were Canadians (Damon and Judy) who were both riding Surly Trolls!  That was the bike I was contemplating getting prior to realizing I should stick with something that is know to work.

They say they love theirs so it might have to be added to the flock at some point.

Anyway, they were looking for a Japanese Hippy festival they had been told about so I went along and we discussed their previous tours (including India) and bikes.  Sadly the music for the festival was only at night and as it's best not to cycle in the dark we wandered around talked to some people (one guy who has a Long Haul Trucker) and stopped at the hot springs for a look.

It turned out they were staying at the place next to mine so when we got back they should me a route into Chiang Mai and I described what they would be coming up against.

Then I went back to my place and met a French couple who had sailed from France to the Philippines.   Really good day.

Tha ton to Chiang Dao cave

17 February 2012 - Tha ton to Chiang Dao Cave - 105 km?

So after yesterday's little rant about how people suck.  I woke up with "How I live (without you)" stuck in my head.  NOTE TO SELF: Really? REALLY?

Anyway,  started the first part of the day not sure if it was foggy or smoky.  That would be the second, guess they burn off land in Thailand as well as Laos.  I was still in a icky mood from yesterdays thinking about stupid people and having this annoying song stuck in my head was not improving it either....not even Yellow Submarine would budge it from my head.  So I pedaled towards the destination of the day.  As it appeared I would make it there prior to 11:00 I needed to stop and have a coffee.  I have a rule that I can't stop prior to 11:00, well unless I'd planned on it so this would allow me to get into town perfectly at said hour.

Of course sometimes when you're a lemon life throws you some sugar to make lemonade.  As I was waiting for my coffee the guy next to me and I started chatting.  He was Taiwanese and owned a orange grove.  He left and then I heard a horn honk.  It was him in his vehicle, I went over and he asked if I wanted to see his grove and he would cook some Japanese food for lunch.  How could I refuse?

Now there is always about 5 minutes after saying yes to these types of things where you wonder if it was a bad idea.  Especially when you get to his land and he locks the gate behind you (this is very common but unnerving with a stranger).  When we were going into his house I was pretty sure I was okay as I put on paw shaped crocs.

Cat paw crocs

He had 5 cats!  I immediately thought of some of my friends.

Anyway,  he showed me around part of his property and let me feed the baby geese.  Then we went back where I learned he was a textile engineer for 40 years prior to moving to Thailand to own the orange grove.  After some relaxing he started to cook an amazing meal of tempura vegtables, sushi, and miso soup.  It was lovely and I think we were both in need of company.  Of course as time went on I learned he was in his 70's!  Another wily 70 year old to make me feel better (when I broke my arm Baz who took me in is also in his 70's).  It makes me feel that my 70's will be equally interesting and filled with 20 something guys.

Chang with his beautiful meal

Chang and I before he drops me off

After hanging out for a few hours it was time for me to get back on the bike.  The best part was the last song that was playing was "How will I live (without you)"...hahaha I just got it out of my head.  Though from now on I will think of it as an amazing meal with great company!  When I was dropped off back on the highway he even purchased me a snack of roasted chicken!! Super sweet and just what I needed mentally.  Now I had less than 10 kms to do for the day.  I got into town and was looking for a place to stay but wasn't finding any so I just kept going and before I knew it my 'high on life' self flew through the town which I then decided to continue the 60 km more to Chiang Dao.

The rest of the ride was beautiful as the jagged hills were on the right.  Even the climbing didn't get me down.  I truly did get an energy and morale boost!  A great rest of the ride with not too steep hills and nice decents to break up the climbs.

I knew there was a back way to get into the Chiang Dao Caves so I followed my not good map where I thought it should be.  Well soon I was in the middle of nowhere and started heading back towards where the highway should be.  I got a great view of the sun going behind the hills.  As I continued on I started to get nervous that I was lost but luckily a lady was outside and she pointed me in the right direction.  After a few more direction stops I passed the caves and headed to find a guesthouse.  It was a truly great day and reminded me that most people are awesome and not to get stuck on the negatives. A lesson that seems harder than it should be for me to remember.

The guesthouse in Chiang Dao is really nice so I will be staying at least one more day.  Exploring the caves tomorrow and maybe part of the forest.  Though won't be going to the top as the smoke limits visibility.

Oh and the reason all of the km notes now have question marks is that my computer has become even more erratic.  It used to not work before 8:00 am (no joke it would start working between 8 and 8:10 for the last bit of Vietnam).  It worked for a bunch of today but not the whole thing (I know I did at least 75 km).

Mae Chan to Thaton

16 February 2012 - Mae Chan to Thaton – 65 km

I took 1089 because the cyclists I met in Pakbeng had said it was one of their best rides in Thailand. It would mean I would miss Chiang Rai but it seemed that this was just another city. Things to offer but nothing that I'd really be missing.

The ride today was very beautiful. I'm glad I cut off some kilometers yesterday though the climb itself was much more pleasant than I expected. I know some of the others had went on a hillier route which I could imagine being both more beautiful and a lot more hilly.

As it was the heat got to me more than the hill...as usual. Luckily I did have a fair amount of riding in the shadow of the hills. Went through little villages with hay stacked up everywhere. It was a pleasant ride but if it was one of the best in Thailand I'm glad that I choose just to do the north.

Outside Mae Chan

Two of the buddhas as you get to Tha Ton

Closer up view

The last 20 kms were hard as they were flat, hot and dusty. The scenery was actually the best here but I'm close to my mental endurance and I just wanted the last 15 km to go away. Of course I know some of this has to do with the fact that I need to adjust my left cleat as my foot starts to bug about 45 km in.

After traveling in Laos my mental fortitude is just a lot less. Laos was the first place that I thought it was disgusting that westerners were traveling there and where I just didn't want to be part of it. (That being said I had some of the best experiences in Laos and met some of the best people)

For one thing westerners have an alarming rate of illiteracy! I'm guessing about 90%, they also aren't able to recognize pictographs! Laos is a very conservative country (most in SE Asia I've been to) with people that are extremely poor and quite shy in nature (curious but never imposing). Here almost all westerners ignore the signs that state to cover yourself! I will say that I was bad with wearing my sleeveless below the knee dress...but laundry takes 2 days and it's all I had (plus is my swimming outfit).

So after dealing with items like this plus some personal items my brain is spent. It doesn't want to test it's limits. It just wants to get somewhere, relax, look for jobs, and get back to some routine. That will have to wait four more days but I've broken it out into short days with some sightseeing mixed in.

Don't feel too bad for me I'm having an amazing time but sometimes I just need to vent some of the negatives.

Huay Xai to Mae Chan - 90 km?

Got up today and headed for my last Laos meal prior to heading to Thailand.  Had a great noodle soup from the same stall I had supper the night before.  Then went to get a coffee prior to heading to get checked out of Laos and take the short boat ride across the river.

Had the guy put Mabel on the boat panniers and all.  I helped lift her and was hoping someone would help on the other side.  Of course I had forgotten I'd be in Thailand where multiple people helped me and amazingly the boarder check was done quite quickly.  With that I headed towards Chiang Sean.  Immediately the changes were evident.  There were signs to the city with distances (I haven't seen signage the whole trip).  The dogs will bark and chase you (only rarely have they on the trip but here it's pretty much all of them).  Not to mention the roads were in good condition.

I had been warned by the cyclists that there were two routes - long and short.  Short was more hilly and long was less.  It just so happened that I had wanted to take long as it followed the river the whole way which just made it better that it wasn't as hilly.  This was a very quite road through rural Thailand with gentle rolling hills most of the way.


I got to Chiang Sean around lunchtime and had to decide if I wanted to stay or continue.  The town looked cute and the ruins of the old wall and old city were quite beautiful but as I had changed the next days itenary to include some major climbing I thought it best to reduce the kms.  So I continued on my way after a beautiful pork red curry with rice.  Yummy!

I followed a road that was under construction hoping that the sign I had followed was indeed now the road I wanted.  About 20 km in it was confirmed as the road.  This was a fairly boring roadway which allowed my mind to wander.  Prior to 3:00 I was in Mae Chan and looking for a guesthouse.  I found one with a very basic room for a good price but no attached bathroom so I decided to try my luck and see if there was anything better.  Glad I did as I came across a villa (w/ mean dog) that had a sitting room, double bed, carport (though Mabel came into the sitting room), free wifi, and attached bathroom.  I pay $10 US which was triple the other room but worth it for all the conveniences!

Along the Mekong on the Thailand side

Mabel chillin

Condiments!

Crispy pork in curry paste