Bike riding Down Under

March 5, 2008 - Canberra, Australia

Today was the day I would (for the first, but probably not the last time) risk my life on this trip. This involved a bike, a mandatory bike helmet (egads! I'm not five any more! What's next: training wheels?) and someone who considers driving on the left side of the road dangerous. Rented the bike for $15 and then I was off. I made my way to the tourist information centre. I was planning on going to Black Mountain (because somehow its name sounds very Lord of the Rings to me), but the rental form clearly forbade me to do that (oh, and it's a very difficult ride apparently). So I had to find a new plan. I found out where the info centre was and hopped on my bike. And of course I took a wrong turn immediately. I knew it after about three minutes, but to be honest, I didn't care. I had a (crude) map of Canberra and its surroundings and I was just going to wing it. No worries!

After riding next to roaring cars, utes, 4WDs and trucks for about an hour (they actually have bike paths next to the highway here!), I took a turn toward some actual trees. I stumbled on a government house or whatever. It was near some lake, but that's all I know (yah... that's clear). Anyway, it had a dedicated bike path, so I got on it. It was great. It was quiet except for a plethora of birds calling out. Just a nice bit of nature right outside the city. When I took a turn towards more populated areas (via the university, where I had a cup of coffee), I suddenly ended up in front of the Old Parliament. More interesting was what was going on at the opposite end: the Aboriginal tent embassy. It's a non-official, self-proclaimed embassy defending the aboriginals' rights. And there was a ceremony going on. A troop of soldiers (Australian) were walking through a cloud of sweetly-scented smoke, tipping their hat as they were doing so and saluting the Aboriginal flag. I was told later that they were an army band passing through. They wanted to pay their respects to aboriginals (hence the hat-tipping and saluting). The smoke was of a peace fire. I have to say that it was quite impressive and definitely one of the highlights of the bike trip. The second and last highlight was of a more mundane nature: a cricket game. Never actually seen one live and even though this was just a boys' game, it was nice. I spent about ten minutes in the shade, drinking water and watching the game. Scoring's still elusive to me, but I liked watching it. Now if I could only find a rugby match (union, league, AFL, don't care)..... but that's what Melbourne's for, I reckon!

So where are all the pictures, you ask? I took quite a few, but they have to wait - this computer doesn't have a working card reader. Patience :)

3 Comments

Lucien:
March 5, 2008
The only two words coming out of my mouth are: jealous and homesick... ;-) Enjoy!
March 7, 2008
wauw, klinkt geweldig :)
Pat:
March 14, 2008
Hehe...
This is so much fun - reading about your experiences. I hope you're still having fun.
I can't understand a word of your latest post. I'll try the English one. XD

Ttys

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