Witta to Brisbane

Having said goodbye to Daveid and Sue we rode 11 kms to Maleny, where we enjoyed a coffee. That is: a long black for me (an Italian would call it café americano) and a café latte for Eveline. They cannot pronounce it correctly, they call it “lattey” or something, but mostly it is correctly made and the taste is perfect.

Then we continued south to Woodford through wonderful sceneries with wide views and some stangely shaped mountains. In Woodford we had our lunch break, there was nothing in between. Woodford sits on the most northern point of Lake Somerset, an artificial reservoir that lies just above another one, Lake Wivenhoe. We rode on till Kilcoy, where after 76 kms we pitched our tent on a small rest area next to the little town. Toilet ans hot shower open for all public, pub and some shops at app. 100 mtrs. A beautiful riding day.

The next day we did some 54 kms along Lake Somerset, nice weather and environment, up and down all the time though. In Esk we camped at a beautiful and well equipped caravan park. It happened that a caravan club from Brisbane gathered there that day. Some of them were very interested in us and one of them bestowed us with a number of maps of New South Wales. He had them for free, he said, and since we have had difficulty with finding maps until now, this was very handy.

Next stage was Ipswich, the most western suburb of Brisbane. Big city environment. We stayed in a lousy caravan park and the next day we got on a train to the centre of Brisbane. We got of two station before the real centre (CBD) at Auchenflower station and ten minutes later we were at the house of Emma and Gilbert, who would be our hosts for the next 4 nights.