I’m writing this on the ferry to Kiel, I’ve officially started my riding season and I’m on my way to England. I’ve just downed a beer and read about the weather for tomorrow, confirming my friend Fokje’s forecast of snow and rain for both Germany and The Netherlands. I had hoped for better weather. My consolation is that I know for certain that tomorrow night I will be able to park in a garage and dry my clothes. Fokje is my host and it will be ace to catch up again, a highlight of this ride over to the UK is to stay with her in The Netherlands.
My bike, the Lazy Cat, has been stored in Gothenburg over the winter and I picked her up yesterday, did the MOT and got heated grips fitted. Considering the weather forecast I believe all the 2500 SEK I paid for keeping my fingers warm will pay off very quickly. Also, the weather will give me a possibility to prove, at least to myself, just how tough I am. This could be useful to know – always be positive, right? I’m just slightly concerned as to how much water my rain gear can hold off. We’ll see if this motivates me to cough up for a Rukka jacket… However, when I plan for my travels I always plan for them to happen in sunshine… Remind me again, why did I leave Spain?
Today, I spent a fantastic day watching trail in the forest outside Gothenburg with Lillemor and Kjell, the weather was sunny and crisp and we could ride some twisties on our way to the ferry. There our roads parted, literally, but I’m happy to have shared this first ride out with such good company.
Watching trial competition at Ale, Photo Courtesy: KjellTime to board the ferry after a fantastic day out with the bikes, Photo Courtesy: Kjell
After our fantastic weekend at the Moto GP circuit we relocated down the road to The Shearing Shed, which was our rally site. However, first we had to get some wheels. We hitched a lift to Melbourne to collect the rental bikes at Garners, who kindly had offered WIMA a discount. Arriving at the shop was great, it was full of WIMAs who were being equipped with bikes and ready to roll. It took some time for us all to be sorted but in the meantime I could chat and catch up with friends from past rallies, so, as the Aussie say, “no worries”. My Estonian friend, Anneli, is worth a special mention here: she came strolling down the street, not showing a sign of having run the Melbourne Marathon the day before, she is a true super woman! We met in Japan 5 years ago and stay in contact for both riding and running. In the shop was Anna from Perth, who I met for the first time in New Zealand, 10 years ago, and we travelled together for 3 weeks back then. I also met with Tina, my very first WIMA friend, who I met at my first rally, in Sweden 2005, on a ride out to Store Mosse National Park and we ended up having heaps of cake for lunch at a café with all-you-can–eat cake buffet (I think it is a Swedish thing).
At Garners to get bikes, Fokje and her husband Eivert will be our road masters for the day
After meeting and greeting, prepping and packing we got ready to ride. I had rented a BMW 650 GS – a lovely old bike – and so we made our way back to Phillip Island. There, we met up with the rest of the WIMAs and I was happy to meet up with more friends I had not seen for years, as well as friends I saw last rally in Sweden in July. The evening started with a delicious welcome dinner and an official opening of the rally with a welcome speech by the Australian President, Moira, and our International President, Claudia. After this, it was mingle and party, lovely to catch up with friends and to meet a few new faces as well. I have to confess that I was rather tired after the weekend and turned in early. I slept beautifully in the cabin, shared with Estonians, Japanese and Germans – it was an international house, which is the way I like it!
On Tuesday, most of us rode to a botanical garden, led by local guide Kathy, to look at flowers and plants and say (in her own words): “oh, that’s weird”. I also saw a little mousy animal, quokka, which made me feel that I had accomplished something that morning.
A very tall flower and 4 Estonian friends in the botanical garden
On from this, we continued to an old farm. It never stops to amuse me when Aussies point out that something is very old, i.e. 100 years. Well, western culture is young in this country. I walked the farm with Liv and Margareth, both Australians, who related back to things from their childhood and their grandparents, and actually, these things seemed quite the same as things that my grandparents had on their farm. Funny thing this, culture. On the farm we could also see wallabies, and I was ruthlessly informed that the kangaroos I had seen 10 years ago were, in fact, not kangaroos, but wallabies. Imagine, during 10 years’ time I have treasured these memories of seeing wild kangaroos during Christmas in Australia. What a disappointment. I don’t know how I could have missed this, but honestly they all look the same to me, I just thought that the small ones grow to become big ones. Pretty much like small children regarding mice and rats 😮 Needless to say, this realisation made me feel silly!
Kangaroo imposters, i.e. wallabies
Tuesday was also trash night. This is something that I try to avoid getting involved in and since I was the only Swede I had thought that I would be excused. However, there was no mercy, humiliation had to include everyone so I did an improvised tiger hunt, very similar to what I do with the 2-4 year olds when I’m teaching, but in English. Amazingly enough, people seemed to love it, WIMAs are a cheerful lot. Other countries contributed with stories or dance and song performances and everyone was making a real effort so why shouldn’t I!?
The Japanese trash dance was a success! They are all dressed as Japanese mascott, which name I forgotten but it is apparently the new Tamagochi
On Wednesday it rained, and then it rained a bit more. Nevertheless, Kathy guided us safely up to the wildlife reserve where we could see all Australian animals – now I was going to get this kangaroo problem clarified. However, that proved to be optimistic, they still look the same to me, I can’t really see the colour difference and it was not possible to line them up for comparison. I decided that kangaroos are not all that interesting, my favourite Australian animal from now on is the wombat. In the nursery I could pet an 11 month old baby. He was being brought up by a carer who worked professionally with this and he would return to the wild when he was ready, in a year or so.
Baby wombat, I could pet him, the fur is not at all soft, more like a pig actually
In my opinion, animals should not be kept in captivity and on display for our amusement. I was in two minds about going but in the end I was happy I came. This wildlife park seemed to work well and they were, for example, working on preserving the Tasmanian devil, which risks going extinct due to a virus. However, I thought some animals did have very small areas, and I was glad to learn that, for example, the Dingoes rotate between the display yard and a private one to not become nervous. Regardless, there is only so much time I can spend looking at animals in captivity. I decided to hit the road and ride, after all that is what I came to Australia for. This proved to be a problem, an embarrassing one. I had left the parking light on by mistake and drained the battery, or so I thought. Luckily, there were other WIMAs there, Keiko and Tei (Michiko’s husband) helped me push start, which didn’t work, and then Tei unscrewed the plastic covers to get to the battery so we could jump start the bike… well, we got this far before he noticed that the kill switch was on. Oh, if only the earth could open and swallow me. How embarrassing! I never use this switch, I always turn the bike off with the key. I reckon that someone had tried to be helpful and intended to turn off the lights for me. So, we assembled the bits again and I could get riding. I had a lovely ride back to Phillip Island, I rode twisty roads in mountains with tall eucalyptus trees that smelled lovely, and then I rode twisty roads over green rolling hills with a view that stretched far. The only animals I saw were sheep, quite a lot of sheep – but the riding was fabulous.
The beach at Wilsons Promontory, the weather is a bit chilly so I think I’ll skip swimming and stick to riding for now
Another destination was Wilsons Promontory National Park, with offered stunning nature and wild animals – I saw emus, nothing else but the view was fantastic. Mountains, fields with gnarly trees, swamps, steppe, there seemed to be a bit of everything. The view was so good that I didn’t bother to try capture it with a photo, I knew I would be disappointed. This was a place where you could spend days hiking – I had to do with a ride through, it was a beautiful ride so I’m happy with what I got. The following day I spotted an animal, an echidna, next to the road while riding out with Angie, brilliant with a local guide again. I was just following her tail light and riding in a meditative way and there it was, like a present. This sums up my experience of Australian wild animals, after this I only saw birds. However, if I need to make peace with the kangaroo issue I have an invitation to Anna in Perth for a visit at her friend’s kangaroo sanctuary – good to know that there is a solution if the issue starts gnawing on my soul
As the Swedish representative and stand-in for our Swedish WIMA president Carola, who was unable to come, I took part in the presidents meeting. I’ve done this before and it is always interesting to take part in the discussions, besides, I get to go to the presidents’ dinner afterwards and eat yummy food. This year, the meeting was extra exciting since I was standing for the position of Vice President. The votes were in my favour and I’m happy to be part of the international committee and contribute to WIMA International’s development over the next few years. Wow, exciting stuff! And please, don’t think I do it only for the dinners – even though the Italian restaurant Moira had booked served marvellous food. Well done Moira. It was a good choice – if Rossi eats there it has to be delicious and nutritious stuff, or!?
Presidents dinner in Cows. On the wall there’s a range of photos of the sons of the resturant owners posing with different racing ledgends.
After this, the only major event that remained was the parade, which also happens to be my favourite event! We all prepped our bikes with flags and other national accessories (like inflatable kangaroos, some go all out). Together, we rode through Cowes and I believe our appearance was impressive, people stopped and waved at us. After all, it was a parade of 60 or so female bikers from 13 countries (Australia, Austria, Britain, Estonia, Finland, Germany, India, Japan, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden, Switzerland and the USA). After the parade we had lunch at the workers club in Wonthaggi. I love this Australian concept of clubs, there seems to be a club for everything.
We’re getting ready for the paradeElsbeth from Switzerland and Syl from the USA, ready to ride and shine
Following this, I experienced something new: I went geocaching with the Finnish WIMAs. I got initiated by some real pros, they even had a GPS to track the location of the geocache. Amazingly fun. It is like a treasure hunt, but without the hassle of finding treasure. I believe this is a great way of getting out and about seeing different locations, especially if the locations are as beautiful as this. Thanks to the expert geochachers Mari and Taru for enriching my life.
I look at the view, they look for a geocach-thingyWe found the thingy! Great excitements, my very first geocach-thingy!
Lastly, there was a farewell dinner and party. Yet again, we were served yummy food so special thanks were given to the chefs and the staff at The Shearing Shed. Next year’s rally in Hungary was presented with a video as an appetizer and an invitation letter from Emeze, the president of WIMA Hungary. Other things that took place were the presentation of this year’s Ellen Pfeiffer Award to Uli from Austria for her accomplishments within the local WIMA branch, and Keiko, former VP, and Sanna, former web manager, were thanked for their service in the international WIMA committee. We also collected 256.20 Aus $ for the Motorcycle Outreach, which will go towards setting up a repair shop at their location in Tanzania. This last evening was more a wind down than a party, most people were going to continue their travelling in Australia for some time to come. I was going to spend another week in Victoria but more about that later.
I could hardly wait to fill those panniers up and load my camping gear and head out, I’ve been waiting 10 years for this ride… the Great Ocean Road
Summer is for riding but isn’t it rude to be away for your partner’s birthday year after year just because it coincides with riding season? This year the solution was to book a flight for Christopher and pick him up at Belfast Airport for a week of riding in Northern Ireland and Donegal.
Downhill beach
Being Game of Thrones fans we set out to try and find various filming locations. Sometimes they were clearly marked but sometimes it was rather dubious what was actually filmed there. This beach was absolutely precious but I’m not sure what scenes could have been filmed here, possibly something to do with the dark lord being born. We came badly prepared and mainly just used the theme as an excuse to go places. For the serious fan, there is plenty on the internet to help in the hunt of Game of Thrones filming locations.
We also rode to see the Giant’s Causeway, which I knew nothing about and probably would have passed (lots of tourists) if it hadn’t been for Christopher who insisted we see it. So we went to see it from a lookout point. Then I thought it was enough but Chrstopher insisted we needed to go down and touch the stones and he told me the myth about the giants who built the cause way to be able to meet, or was it fight (?!) and that the stones were hexagons. Well well, the list of things I do for love now also include walking in baking sun to see hexagon stones together with a horde of people. The only reason this was better than my visit to Stonehenge 15 years ago was that it made Christopher happy and we didn’t pay an entrance fee.
Christopher and everyone elseRiding is more my thing than stopping, but I love to stop for a coffee break with a nice view, needless to say, Christopher is part of my nice view.
We used a hostel in Derry as the base for our excursions. This was convenient, since I had all my camping gear and between the two of us we have more luggage than we can fit on the bike. Poor guys who shared our dorm in the hostel, our bags and gear took up most of the floor. The location proved to be good, we did rides both in Northern Ireland and in the Republic of Ireland, all in all 5 rides – all on fantastic roads and breathtaking scenery. Apparently ,we were lucky with the weather as well, it was windy and we had occasional rain but that is only to expect on a green island.
The most northern point of the Republic of Ireland
We did an amazing ride on tiny roads in the Sperrin Mountains, roads too small to find on my map. Christopher did some photo shoots of me riding and we saw some sheep on the loose but hardly any other vehicles. However, we did see a runner, lucky guy! And on second thought, lucky us being on a motorbike 🙂
Christopher is getting ready to provide me with some ego boosting picturesSheep ahead
Ireland has plenty of beautiful beaches, however, at least for us we suspect that the weather will never be warm enough to use them. Others might dissagree, we did see swimmers. And with the wind it must be great for surfing.
Somewhere in northwestern Ireland
This is in Donegal just before a very heavy rain struck us. The mountain reminds me of Mt. Fuji. The weather can change quickly in the mountains and it did so very dramaticlly. Luckily, we had just finished our coffee. Unlucky that I took the wrong decision regarding the rain gear 😛
Could this be Ireland’s tallest mountain?
After a fantastic week riding together I dropped Christopher off at Derry Airport for his return to London. I rode south alone and got back to camping and feeding off tinned food. The luck with the weather was over, from now on it was heavy rain and heavier rain and an occasional sprinkle of rain and glimpse of sun.