The cycling part was over but my mission was not accomplished yet. From Melbourne I flew to New Zealand to record an album with all the songs I had written along the way.
Arriving at the border to South Australia I had to admit that headwind, poor food and the resulting tiredness had made me much slower than I expected and that if I didn’t want to miss my flight in Melbourne I would either have to skip a bit of the road or it would become a real drag.
During my time in Australia I realized, that Australians, particularly the 95% living in the south east, talking about their country and its different parts tend to forget the Northern Territory as if it wasn’t a real part of Australia. And this is why the Northern Territory will get its own chapter here in my blog, I hope that won’t hurt any Aussie’s feelings and if it will, so be it.
Crossing the border to Laos I was reminded that in Laos everything might not be in best order when the border police asked to pay all kinds of made up stuff, among other things they asked me to pay for the entrance stamp which is obviously a scam but what can you do? They must be really bored up there spending their whole time thinking about how to rip of people. But it was already getting dark and since I didn’t want to camp on some unexploded ordnance dump near the border I payed my extra 9$ and didn’t say goodbye.
From Sichuan on the climate became wet and and the landscape turned into a real jungle (a bloody mountainous one). Sichuan is an earthquake hotspot and I’m glad none went off while I was pedaling my way through. I imagined being on a road cut into a wall of rock when the earth starts shaking – scary.