We are back in good old Germany already since almost two month....
....my god, time is running.
It's been good to spend time with our families, but time has come for us to move on again. Move on into a different City, maybe even Country and to start all over again!
We've showed you all the exciting bits of our travels, now it's time for the blog to go to sleep....
Alex & Andy
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Melbourne here we are Part 2
Well... what to say? Still in Melbourne. And quite enjoying it. Lots of things need to be organized to relocate our lifes back to the old world.
For all the Aussies: get the bloody fire goin', put the apron on and invite us over for a bbq!
And not to forget: more stuff has to go! We are selling our car including recovery gear and spare parts and the entire camping and travelling setup. Check out our new blog at
www.andyandalexforsale.blogspot.com
Additionally we will have another garage sale together with friends this
Saturday 28.02.2009
103 Mansfield Street
Thornbury
9:00-16:30.
Hopefully see you around.
For all the Aussies: get the bloody fire goin', put the apron on and invite us over for a bbq!
And not to forget: more stuff has to go! We are selling our car including recovery gear and spare parts and the entire camping and travelling setup. Check out our new blog at
www.andyandalexforsale.blogspot.com
Additionally we will have another garage sale together with friends this
Saturday 28.02.2009
103 Mansfield Street
Thornbury
9:00-16:30.
Hopefully see you around.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Melbourne here we are
For those that are wondering where we are and what we are up to, we are back on home ground since Monday night.
We owe you a report(and many photos) about our final weeks traveling from Adelaide along the coast towards Melbourne, which will come once we have unpacked the car...
Fortunate we were personally not affected by the devastating fires around Victoria, which are still raging on some places.
But we have friends that lost everything, lost their animals and lost friends themselves.
It is a very emotional time and a very sad event. Kinglake, where most people lost their lives, was one of my most beloved riding itinerary for the weekend.
Give us a call if you want to catch up!
We owe you a report(and many photos) about our final weeks traveling from Adelaide along the coast towards Melbourne, which will come once we have unpacked the car...
Fortunate we were personally not affected by the devastating fires around Victoria, which are still raging on some places.
But we have friends that lost everything, lost their animals and lost friends themselves.
It is a very emotional time and a very sad event. Kinglake, where most people lost their lives, was one of my most beloved riding itinerary for the weekend.
Give us a call if you want to catch up!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The heat is on!!!
After spending time in Cape Le Grand NP with the most beautiful beaches and unbelievable clear water(yes, you’ve heard it before…), we cut across to Balladonia along Balladonia road. A fairly rough 4WD track, where we –after fixing our 7th flat tire- soon came to rescue two guys which unfortunately had crashed the oilreservoir of their 2WD, going through a pothole(deep hole filled with bull dust, so you can’t see that there is actually a hole).
What where they doing there with such a car anyway??
The good thing was that they rewarded us with unusual good Roadhouse food in Balladonia(but we really deserved it, they would have been stranded out there without us). But a deep cut at one of our tires from the several sharp stones along the track, saw us changing another tire…
Now we were ready to go along the straightest road in the world!
Well, we crossed the Nullarbor plain with only one more flat tire from a fixed tube that had burst.
Some people say it is a boring stretch of road, but the coastline is very spectacular.
What where they doing there with such a car anyway??
The good thing was that they rewarded us with unusual good Roadhouse food in Balladonia(but we really deserved it, they would have been stranded out there without us). But a deep cut at one of our tires from the several sharp stones along the track, saw us changing another tire…
Now we were ready to go along the straightest road in the world!
Well, we crossed the Nullarbor plain with only one more flat tire from a fixed tube that had burst.
Some people say it is a boring stretch of road, but the coastline is very spectacular.
A spontaneous decision saw us heading north, getting out of the usual tourist route with ditching the Eyre Peninsula and driving along ‘Googs track’. We were somehow again looking for the freedom and remoteness of the ‘Outback’ and therefore choose a track that should remind us on our trip through the Simpson dessert.
We passed over around 700 red sand dunes and saw not one person and almost no sign of animal life. A little bit scary.
The area south of the Flinders Ranges is very dry Farmland and can be very hilly.
Two long-distance trails meander through this area and offer an array if side trails to play on – the ‘Heysen trail’ for hiking and the ‘Mawson trail’ for mountainbike riding.
I met Bruce in Melrose, who moved from Melbourne to this rural part of SA and manages the local Bikeshop. With an early start at 6am(due to the heat), he showed me around the bike tracks and showed me that I really hadn’t trained since more than six months.
In a lovely display, the local museum tells the interesting stories about early European immigrants to this area, many of them were Germans.
The area around Adelaide is rich of german history and we were constantly reminded of the german heritage in South Australia, especially in the winemaking! But they forgot how to do good apple cake down here…
We passed over around 700 red sand dunes and saw not one person and almost no sign of animal life. A little bit scary.
The area south of the Flinders Ranges is very dry Farmland and can be very hilly.
Two long-distance trails meander through this area and offer an array if side trails to play on – the ‘Heysen trail’ for hiking and the ‘Mawson trail’ for mountainbike riding.
I met Bruce in Melrose, who moved from Melbourne to this rural part of SA and manages the local Bikeshop. With an early start at 6am(due to the heat), he showed me around the bike tracks and showed me that I really hadn’t trained since more than six months.
In a lovely display, the local museum tells the interesting stories about early European immigrants to this area, many of them were Germans.
The area around Adelaide is rich of german history and we were constantly reminded of the german heritage in South Australia, especially in the winemaking! But they forgot how to do good apple cake down here…
(Andy and Alex in Hahndorf)
Moving on to the Vineyards, indeed – we did a lot of wine tasting lately.
We rode along the 'Riesling trail' in the Clare Valley (it’s a funny feeling riding up and down those hills with wine in your blood and sun burning down).
And of course, we didn't miss out on the best wineries in the world famous Barossa Valley. YUMMY wine!!! I really started loving those fortified wines, the tawnys and the ports.
We rode along the 'Riesling trail' in the Clare Valley (it’s a funny feeling riding up and down those hills with wine in your blood and sun burning down).
And of course, we didn't miss out on the best wineries in the world famous Barossa Valley. YUMMY wine!!! I really started loving those fortified wines, the tawnys and the ports.
We managed to watch the fourth stage of the roadrace ‘Tour Downunder’ with Lance Armstrong being back on his bike(and we even rode up Mengerle Hill near Angaston on our own bikes!). We passed through the magnificent Adelaide Hills with even more hills(and wineries) to come and took our Mountainbikes for another challenging ride up and down and up and down in one of the brilliant Mountainbike parks in 40 plus degree heat.
It got unbearable hot once we’ve entered Adelaide, and South Australia’s' heatwave(46 degrees) really kicked in. So hot that everything in the car went jelly, the steel was too hot to touch and sleeping at night was just exhausting. Therefore we spent day time in Galleries, Museums, Shops and Cafes.
It got unbearable hot once we’ve entered Adelaide, and South Australia’s' heatwave(46 degrees) really kicked in. So hot that everything in the car went jelly, the steel was too hot to touch and sleeping at night was just exhausting. Therefore we spent day time in Galleries, Museums, Shops and Cafes.
(The proof, Adelaide market...48 degrees)
Anything without air-condition becomes to hot to believe it, the heat can make you absolutely mad.
And funny enough we met Gabrielle and Robert again, a lovely and somewhat crazy couple that we keep bumping into since ‘Lorella Springs’ in the Northern Territory.
We had a lovely evening in a pub and listened to their funny stories.
And funny enough we met Gabrielle and Robert again, a lovely and somewhat crazy couple that we keep bumping into since ‘Lorella Springs’ in the Northern Territory.
We had a lovely evening in a pub and listened to their funny stories.
(The Unimog/Unicat from Gabrielle and Robert)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Forest people we are
We took our time exploring the South West with its magnificent tall forests, the picturesque Margaret River wine region and many more beautiful white beaches (and we thought we had seen them all by now).
Margaret River is well known as a gourmet region, home to internationally acclaimed Wines.
We took our mission seriously and tasted as many products and saw as many vineyards as we could - hoping to become wine experts smelling and tasting the grapes of Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Semillon, Chardonnay, Riesling, Cabernet, Merlot… you name it. After two full days, 12 cellar doors, a brewery, a delicious coffee roaster, a distillery, a disappointing chocolate fabric and a fudge fabric, we had finally purchased 12 bottles of wine, one bottle of Champagne, one bottle of butter scotch liqueur and had enough (…well to be honest we were running out of storage space). By the way, the driver (me) only had a tiny little bit of wine [and the voluntary taster (the other me) had to give his best and did a great job tasting each and every bottle – cheers!]. There are some seriously big wine estates out there, sitting in picturesque scenery, which makes you think about France, but not Australia. We are currently working on reducing our stock of wine bottles so that we have space again by the time we get to the Barossa Valley - the other well known wine region in Australia.
Somewhere along the way, a mouse must have sensed all those yummy Christmas treats in our food storage and wanted to get a taste of it, favouring the chocolate coated marzipan. As a result we were forced to stay at a motel in Harvey for one night and to take EVERYTHING out of the car, place mouse-traps (we had no choice) and vacuum clean all the mouse droppings - only to realize that the mouse must have left already. Lucky mouse!
The Stirling Ranges rise almost from see-level out of nowhere, towering above broad valleys.
The area (like so many in Australia) is of botanic significance, many plant species are found nowhere else in the world.
At first we climbed the hard and steep track to the 1052m high ‘Mt. Toolbrunup’ peak, but coming down was the absolute killer. Our legs were all jelly and shaking having to support our own weight with every step down. I’d rather walk up, that’s for sure. And because we enjoyed it so much, we carried on with the much easier route up to the 1073m high ‘Bluff Knoll’, the second highest Mountain in W.A. (the highest one is Mt. Bruce near Karijini NP, which we had climbed of course, too at the time we were there).
I was still walking like a robot two days later, every muscle in my legs stiff and in agony. Andy seemed to be fine; he must have done some secret bike ride- and mountain climbing training somewhere… [having one or two cheap and nasty beers before going to bed is actually the secret].
We had a very quiet New Years Eve party - just the two of us in the Fitzgerald National Park.
Set up just behind the beach under the stars with a bottle of nice Sumerset Hill Margaret River Champagne. We turned up the music and even danced with flashing headlights.
We are in Esperance right now to get some repairs done to our car before crossing the Nullarbor plain - the usual tear and wear after around 19000 km of driving, lots of it off-road on corrugated roads. The bill pushes what is left over of our travel budget to the verge. We might have to consider some fruit picking [or selling our bodies] if we have some other unexpected expenses :-) [like some more wine].
The landscape south and southwest of Perth reminded us a bit of Victoria - lush green bushland, undulating hills and a temperate climate with fresh nights to cool down. Besides many other activities, the region offers a great network of trails for hiking and mountain biking, which we took to our advantage.
We realized that we had left the harsh emptiness of the Outback behind - the long and lonely stretches of endless roads, the soaring heat and the bright red earth - and we already miss it. In contrary, we have returned to civilization, everything seems so easy, we live in comfort, no need to worry about fuel, food and water; our greatest challenges and adventures seem so far away!
In Dunsborough we took our chance to go scuba diving again and went for our first ever wreck dive. The Australian destroyer HMAS Swan was purpose sunk in 1996 and has become a popular artificial reef in 30m deep water. It was an interesting experience and quite challenging not to bump into things with our tanks or accidently touch anything with our fins in the tight corridors of the ship. In addition Andy and I were giving far too much weight and we were busy getting our buoyancy right.
In Dunsborough we took our chance to go scuba diving again and went for our first ever wreck dive. The Australian destroyer HMAS Swan was purpose sunk in 1996 and has become a popular artificial reef in 30m deep water. It was an interesting experience and quite challenging not to bump into things with our tanks or accidently touch anything with our fins in the tight corridors of the ship. In addition Andy and I were giving far too much weight and we were busy getting our buoyancy right.
Margaret River is well known as a gourmet region, home to internationally acclaimed Wines.
We took our mission seriously and tasted as many products and saw as many vineyards as we could - hoping to become wine experts smelling and tasting the grapes of Shiraz, Pinot Noir, Semillon, Chardonnay, Riesling, Cabernet, Merlot… you name it. After two full days, 12 cellar doors, a brewery, a delicious coffee roaster, a distillery, a disappointing chocolate fabric and a fudge fabric, we had finally purchased 12 bottles of wine, one bottle of Champagne, one bottle of butter scotch liqueur and had enough (…well to be honest we were running out of storage space). By the way, the driver (me) only had a tiny little bit of wine [and the voluntary taster (the other me) had to give his best and did a great job tasting each and every bottle – cheers!]. There are some seriously big wine estates out there, sitting in picturesque scenery, which makes you think about France, but not Australia. We are currently working on reducing our stock of wine bottles so that we have space again by the time we get to the Barossa Valley - the other well known wine region in Australia.
Further inland, we were positively surprised how forested the area between Perth and Denmark was; they call it the southern forests and there a plenty of chances to get lost in old-growth forest that can be up to 300 years old.
Between the majestic Jarrah, Marri and Karri forests, we realized that, if we had to choose between ocean and forest, we’d rather go for the trees. We didn’t want to leave the forests anymore and therefore choose to have Christmas in Pemberton near the tall Karri trees (max 75metres). Andy climbed up to the 68m high fire-lookout tree (but only up to the middle), laddered with a spiral metal stair. But this is nothing for the faint-hearted, it is really quiet scary and it wasn’t anything for me either…
Between the majestic Jarrah, Marri and Karri forests, we realized that, if we had to choose between ocean and forest, we’d rather go for the trees. We didn’t want to leave the forests anymore and therefore choose to have Christmas in Pemberton near the tall Karri trees (max 75metres). Andy climbed up to the 68m high fire-lookout tree (but only up to the middle), laddered with a spiral metal stair. But this is nothing for the faint-hearted, it is really quiet scary and it wasn’t anything for me either…
We rode our bikes as often as we could along the forest tracks, riding sections of the 900 km long Bibbulmun walking track (which goes all the way down to Albany) and some parts of the 300+ km Munda Bidi mountain bike trail(which will go down to Albany once its finished). It was a bit frustrating sometimes as I can’t deny that Andy passed me at most of the uphill’s, leaving me back swearing and crawling up behind him. True! But I swished passed him going downhill. It was wonderful to ride our bikes a bit more often and to have some good fun single tracks. It has been some time now!
Somewhere along the way, a mouse must have sensed all those yummy Christmas treats in our food storage and wanted to get a taste of it, favouring the chocolate coated marzipan. As a result we were forced to stay at a motel in Harvey for one night and to take EVERYTHING out of the car, place mouse-traps (we had no choice) and vacuum clean all the mouse droppings - only to realize that the mouse must have left already. Lucky mouse!
Down south the daylight is very bright, the air clear and the sky almost always bright blue. Sunglasses are a must! With one blinking eye on the sky I can’t help but wondering how we are going to survive without any sunlight penetrating the grey sky once we are back in Germany… [well… there is nothing that drugs and alcohol can’t solve].
A well worth detour via the Stirling Ranges took us up to the Mountains (well… the height of an Australian mountain is nothing compared to the height of a European mountain - but better than nothing! [and don’t tell this to an Australian. It’s not that bad]). What a satisfying feeling to climb up a mountain peak, to go up and up and up, to feel the sweat dripping down on the rocks, heavy breathing and than a breath taking view with strong winds at the top.
A well worth detour via the Stirling Ranges took us up to the Mountains (well… the height of an Australian mountain is nothing compared to the height of a European mountain - but better than nothing! [and don’t tell this to an Australian. It’s not that bad]). What a satisfying feeling to climb up a mountain peak, to go up and up and up, to feel the sweat dripping down on the rocks, heavy breathing and than a breath taking view with strong winds at the top.
The Stirling Ranges rise almost from see-level out of nowhere, towering above broad valleys.
The area (like so many in Australia) is of botanic significance, many plant species are found nowhere else in the world.
At first we climbed the hard and steep track to the 1052m high ‘Mt. Toolbrunup’ peak, but coming down was the absolute killer. Our legs were all jelly and shaking having to support our own weight with every step down. I’d rather walk up, that’s for sure. And because we enjoyed it so much, we carried on with the much easier route up to the 1073m high ‘Bluff Knoll’, the second highest Mountain in W.A. (the highest one is Mt. Bruce near Karijini NP, which we had climbed of course, too at the time we were there).
I was still walking like a robot two days later, every muscle in my legs stiff and in agony. Andy seemed to be fine; he must have done some secret bike ride- and mountain climbing training somewhere… [having one or two cheap and nasty beers before going to bed is actually the secret].
We had a very quiet New Years Eve party - just the two of us in the Fitzgerald National Park.
Set up just behind the beach under the stars with a bottle of nice Sumerset Hill Margaret River Champagne. We turned up the music and even danced with flashing headlights.
We are in Esperance right now to get some repairs done to our car before crossing the Nullarbor plain - the usual tear and wear after around 19000 km of driving, lots of it off-road on corrugated roads. The bill pushes what is left over of our travel budget to the verge. We might have to consider some fruit picking [or selling our bodies] if we have some other unexpected expenses :-) [like some more wine].
Esperance has been spoiling us with a pristine coastline where forests meet rocky cliffs and stunning white beaches. Did we mention white sand beaches before??? Endless Fascination! What a life.
We are off today to Cape Le Grand and Cape Arid National Parks before crossing the straightest road in the world on our way to Adelaide. Looking forward to ~ 2500 km of nothingness, as Nullarbor means in badly translated Latin ‘No Tree’.
You will hear from us again once we have made it over to Adelaide.
If you like have a look at the new photos on http://www.flickr.com/photos/22614024@N04
We are off today to Cape Le Grand and Cape Arid National Parks before crossing the straightest road in the world on our way to Adelaide. Looking forward to ~ 2500 km of nothingness, as Nullarbor means in badly translated Latin ‘No Tree’.
You will hear from us again once we have made it over to Adelaide.
If you like have a look at the new photos on http://www.flickr.com/photos/22614024@N04
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