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We awake to wind roaring across the range and powerful gusts pulling the guy ropes as the tent walls flex and bend. A southerly, blowin...

Caz spots a chunk of metal half buried in the rainforest soil.   Weaving around the next few tree ferns we spot more and more small pieces...

By the time we reach camp I am barely capable of simile, let alone anything as profound as metaphor. Some adventures seem to exhaust my ...

Most nights we just pushed our bikes off the road, into the scrub and pitched the tent. At one point we couldn't wash our cycling...

The most exciting spots on a topographical map are where contour lines gather tightly side by side and blush the map with a patch o...

Rough-barked apple trees and furrowed ironbarks are dotted across the grassy slope rolling down to a lazy river. This could be some man...

Do meat pies and cycle touring go together like ducks and water? Is there a symbiotic relationship between bakers and bike riders; a lon...