Well, I’m here at Roberts Creek on the lovely Sunshine Coast. Cycling the Pacific Coast Route did not advise me well on how to get here. The recommended route commences with a 3 km death-march of an ascent (and indeed I marched it, already tired after the brutal up-and-down of getting to the Horseshoe Bay ferry terminal), and then winds along a very fast highway with a usable shoulder of about 16 inches. (My excellent host reminded me I should take the lane in situations like that. Sometimes I’m still too timid.)

The bike is way overloaded and I’m going to pack some stuff to send home tomorrow on my first, rather early rest day. What can I say, I packed in a hurry, always a recipe for over-doing it. Annoying when you’re packing luggage for a plane trip, but a daily drain for biking!

I had a really lovely dinner at the Gumboot restaurant, a popular place here, and they have their own produce garden. A sign boasts that it’s 100 feet from soil to plate, and I thought that was “cool,” until I ate my salad, when it was upgraded to “awesome.”

Of course biking 50 kilometers before certainly improves the savour.

Also, the women here are ridiculously gorgeous. Healthy living, I guess.

I’ve written down a good deal more than is here, and will add it in later. For now, must rest. Talk to you all again soon.