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San Remo

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    • Day 71

      A Cool Ride to San Remo

      May 11, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      You can really feel it in the air. The seasons are changing and summer is now just a distant memory. The past couple of days we have woken to very icy mornings, with temperatures in the single digits. While you are still safe under the doona that is not an issue, but when you plan to get on the bike it can be a little more challenging.

      Now that we have explored most of the bike paths in the vicinity, we have been looking for alternate options. Today our intention was to ride from Kilcunda to Anderson and then ride the new path to San Remo. I already knew that this section has some of the best ocean views in the state. The only problem is that it is also very exposed, and the winds can be absolutely freezing.

      Even though the early morning weather was less than encouraging, I went ahead and packed the bikes anyway. We managed to make it to Kilcunda without encountering any rain, but we could certainly see it falling down in the distance. So on went the warm gear and wet weather jackets. We were soon pedaling up the hill to Anderson.

      Although we had ridden this section just a few days earlier, the surface was much softer than it had been on that occasion. The recent rains had made it feel like riding through treacle. In many spots there were soft, muddy patches to negotiate.

      When we reached Anderson, we turned left and joined the path to San Remo. The first part of this section climbs steeply and, just to make it even more interesting, the builders put in some chicanes and sharp corners. It required considerable concentration to avoid falling into the numerous mud puddles.

      About mid way to San Remo there is an elevated lookout that is worth stopping at to savour the panoramic views out over Phillip Island and Westernport. Once you pass this point, the remainder of the path to San Remo continues its undulating nature, but the hills are relatively short.

      We rolled into San Remo soon after midday and went in search of a place to buy our lunches. Although most of the coffee shops were closed because of the pandemic, we did find that "Beand" was open for takeaway. I ordered two sandwiches and two coffees and nearly dropped my wallet when I was told that it was going to cost just over $40. I suppose that it is hard staying in business at such a time as this, but I am not sure that charging a price premium is the best way to attract new customers.

      We took our sandwiches and ate them by the big bridge to Phillip Island. About 600 hungry seagulls also joined us at the picnic table. The combination of aggressive avians and freezing wind did not make for a relaxing picnic, but I had to admit that the sandwiches were delicious. Maybe you really do get what you pay for.

      The skies finally started to clear for our return ride, but we decided to skip the bike path and ride the main roads instead. Fortunately, there is a wide bike lane, so we did not feel in imminent danger of becoming roadkill.

      On the way back home we learned that Dan Andrews has very slightly relaxed the restrictions to allow up to five people to visit someone else's home. It is now also possible to enjoy outdoor activities with a small number of others. I guess that means we can cautiously begin to ride with our friends again.

      I arrived home to find that a new padlock that I had ordered from eBay had been delivered. It looked serious, but it only took a few minutes to successfully pick it the first time. I have now opened it over 50 more times, none of them using the key. It was not as big a challenge as I was hoping for.
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    • Day 5

      A Very Windy Ride

      November 26, 2021 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

      Everyone who is familiar with the Bass Coast Region would know that the wind always blows from the west. Always. That might have been true up to now, but today we witnessed (and experienced) the rare phenomenon of a howling gale blowing from the east. It was not only blowing from the wrong direction, but it never abated for a minute all day.

      Of course this strange situation was very welcome for the first part of the ride as we were riding with the wind right behind our backs. We met at the very start of the trail on the outskirts of Wonthaggi and were soon hurtling effortlessly towards Kilcunda.

      Such was the benevolence and strength of the wind that even the uphills seemed like downhills. It was almost embarrassing to be flying along with such little effort. We arrived at Kilcunda in record time and had plenty of time to enjoy the first coffees of the day.

      The next section from Kilcunda to Anderson is normally a steady climb. Not today. The tailwind made sure that we were whisked to the summit before we even realised the ride had resumed.

      At this point we turned southwards to ride the undulating section to San Remo. To my utter amazement, the wind still assisted us all the way. In the long history of the Ghostriders I cannot recall a morning where the wind was so helpful to us. Of course the ride was only half done. In the backs of our minds we all knew that the return ride would NOT be pleasant. And it wasn't. But that came much later in the day. First we sat down by the waterside to enjoy our lunches and watch the sea.

      Finally we could delay our departure no longer and off we went. The wind immediately blew in our faces. We experienced every cyclist's worst enemy of a vicious combination of uphill and upwind. Those riders fortunate enough to ride ebikes were soon switching up the power to the highest settings, and then wishing they had a couple of even higher settings.

      We fought our way slowly up the hill, finally reaching the Anderson turnoff. The wind was still in our faces all the way back to Wonthaggi. It was quite a battle, but we all made it back without mishap. (Well there was a small mishap, but we are all hoping that the blue tongue lizard was not mortally wounded when Andrea rode straight over it on the trail).

      When I was safely back at Inverloch, a look in the mirror revealed a very red face looking back at me. Unfortunately it was mine. A combination of sun and windburn had left me looking like some strange Santa parody.

      Tomorrow we leave the bike alone and walk the George Bass Coast Walk instead.
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    San Remo, Сан Ремо

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