A really pleasant ride around to Sorrento, and I am there just in time to catch the 9am ferry to Queenscliff. Yesterday on the train I was charged as a Senior (heavily reduced...cause I am a senior over here....and deserve the respect that comes with the age). Today I get charged as a child, $8 instead of $15, because I'm so good looking....... The crossing is only 40 mins, and the sun is shining.
Queenscliff is a quaint little town with a very helpful Info staff. Free Internet, free maps, and lots of advice. I'm pointed out of town on the safest route, and the two ladies even stand at the door and wave.
Twenty minutes later I get to the first major junction, but the signage is not great. Enter Barry, a mad keen cyclist, out for his daily, on his mtb. He also rides Road, and belongs to a cycle touring group. He is keen to show me around, and some of the attractions. In no time we are at the foot of a lighthouse, overlooking the rip at the mouth of Melbourne Harbour. Barry rides with me for about an hour. Its fantastic having a guide. He left me standing as he ripped up the hills....I was pulling the trailer, and gave me great directions before he headed back the way we had come. Thanks mate. Really nice meeting you.
Next I meet Eric Butcher in his Recumbent. Eric is 84 and is out for his daily spin. Some years ago he rode his recumbent 7 000 km around Australia. Fascinating chatting to him, with some advice about my route, and head winds to come. He gave me great directions on how to reach Torquey, which were invaluable, as once again the signage was lacking, as were the Tiger Moths at the Tiger Moth park.
Having got to Torquey, I missed a turning and ended up in a car park above a surf beach. Followed another cyclist along a footpath, and finally found the Great Ocean Road.
Fiona, my lovely Surly Ogre, has been playing up a bit. Sand from yesterday's ride is affecting gear changes. I tried to clean it up in the dark this morning, and again at lunchtime, but still not working properly. A job for this evening.
At 75 km, Im feeling a little weary, so call into the info Centre at Anglesea, and try and get hold of Lions Club members. Once again no luck. Norma, the info lady has a solution. Why not come and stay with her and husband Peter in their house 10km along the road. What an extremely generous offer. And that is where I am now. In a self contained cottage, after a hot shower and hot meal, and pleasant conversation.
Norma and Peter have been keen cyclists, and their son has raced semi professionally. They are also well traveled with family in Japan and Canada. I feel very lucky, privileged, and humbled by their generosity. Another great day. Day 8 done. 892 to go.