This blog documents our cycle tour from Bangkok through Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapour and New Zealand, October 2008 to June 2008, roughly 8000km in 8 months.
all parts of the journey are listed below:
THAILAND:
Bangkok day 1
Bangkok day 2
Bangkok day 3
Krabi Railey
Krabi Rock Climbing
Back to Bangkok
CAMBODIA:
Poipet to Siem Reap
Siem Reap
Angkor Temples
Siem Reap to Phnom Penh
Phnom Penh
Phnom Penh to Sihanoukville
Sihanoukville
Kampot
Kep
Rabbit Island
VIETNAM:
Kep to Phu Quoc Island
Phu Quoc Island
Rach Gia to Ho Chi Minh
Ho Chi Minh
Da Lat
Roadside Posters
Central Highlands: Da Lat to Kon Tum
Central Highlands: Kon Tum at Christmas
Central Highlands: Kon Tum to Hoi An
Hoi An for New Year
Hoi An to Hue
Hue
LAOS:
Hue to Savannaketh
Vientiane
Vientiae to Vang Vieng
Vang Vieng
Vang Vieng to Louang Prabang
Louang Prabang
Louang Prabang to Viengpukha
Trekking: 3 day Akha Trail
THAILAND:
Viengpoukha to Chiang Mai
Chiang Mai
Surat Thani to Satun
MALAYSIA:
Lankawi to Kuala Lumpur
SINGAPORE:
Singapore
AUSTRALIA:
Melbourne stop over
NEW ZEALAND:
Christchurch
Christchurch to Tekapo
Tekapo to Mount Cook
Mount Cook to Cromwell
Cromwell to Glenorchy to Queenstown
Queenstown to Haast
Haast to Franz Josef
Franz Josef to Greymouth
Greymouth to Maruia Springs
Maruia Sprins to Picton
Wellington and Tongariro Crossing
Rotorua National Park
Rotorua to Coromandel
Coromandel to Auckland
other cycle trips:
cycling in Scotland
cycling in Croatia
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Coromandel to Auckland
01/06/08: 57km, climb: 865m, Coromandel - Port Jackson
02/06/08: 17km, climb: 750m, Port Jackson - Stony Bay DOC
03/06/08: 26km, climb: 544m, Stony Bay - Waikaway Bay DOC
04/06/08: 30km, climb: 758m, Waikawau - Coromandel
05/06/08: 12km, Coromandel - Te Kouma Harbour - Auckland
In Coromandel we did our last shopping before heading to the remote northern tip of the penninsula. The road ceased to be sealed pretty much straight away which is a good thing as it is less attractive for cars and we hardly saw any. The coastal road was pretty flat and along the sea for once with beautiful old gnarly trees lining it. After lunch it went straight uphill and in the end we decided to call it a day in Port Jackson rather than Fletcher Bay as the campsite was apparently under construction and so we had it almost to ourselves.
The next day we cycled the 7km to Fletcher Bay where we sat on the beach eating bread and drinking tea. We were glad we did not spend the night there as there where more campers and it would not have suited our reclusive nature. Had we known the mission awaiting us we would not have taken our time though, we only knew the next 10km were a hiking trail. 10km is not too bad we thought and set off around noon.
After a few hundred meters we bumped into two condescending old hikers that were geared up as if they were heading for Mount Everest. With raised eyebrows they told us the path is not recommended for panniers and the easy option along the coast is not allowed for bikes. Nothing we did not know so we pushed past them, being merely encouraged by their patronising ways. After fighting our way over the muddy track (it had rained last night) having backflashes of Cambodia we did come to the intersection describing the route which immediately we wished we had not read. We spent the next few hours pushing our bikes along a steep ridge, having to both move one bike at a time at some parts of the way. We got to the summit around 4pm looking forward to a thrilling descent, but encountered a rather scary steep washed out bumpy limestone track instead. Yes, we were rather glad when we reached the campsite at Stony Bay at last. Needing some sort of revival, we jumped into the river for a wash, even though it was cold and dark before sleeping fast and sound.
Next morning we were woken by some ducks who did not part from our side all morning, accompanying us to wash our bikes in the river, to the beach and watching us having breakfast and lunch. We had our first and last swim in the sea in NZ and enjoyed the beautiful rocky beach, not getting on our bikes until after lunchtime. Being back on a four wheel drive track felt luxury and riding felt easy. That night we were the only campers at the beautiful Waikaway Beach.
In the morning we went for a walk on the beach before Bea dropped her camera in the toilet, but that's another story. From there we got back to Coromandel Town via three hills and took the ferry to Auckland the following day, where we enjoyed the advantages of a big city and were not used to the disadvantages.
Oh shit we have ran out of time...
02/06/08: 17km, climb: 750m, Port Jackson - Stony Bay DOC
03/06/08: 26km, climb: 544m, Stony Bay - Waikaway Bay DOC
04/06/08: 30km, climb: 758m, Waikawau - Coromandel
05/06/08: 12km, Coromandel - Te Kouma Harbour - Auckland
In Coromandel we did our last shopping before heading to the remote northern tip of the penninsula. The road ceased to be sealed pretty much straight away which is a good thing as it is less attractive for cars and we hardly saw any. The coastal road was pretty flat and along the sea for once with beautiful old gnarly trees lining it. After lunch it went straight uphill and in the end we decided to call it a day in Port Jackson rather than Fletcher Bay as the campsite was apparently under construction and so we had it almost to ourselves.
The next day we cycled the 7km to Fletcher Bay where we sat on the beach eating bread and drinking tea. We were glad we did not spend the night there as there where more campers and it would not have suited our reclusive nature. Had we known the mission awaiting us we would not have taken our time though, we only knew the next 10km were a hiking trail. 10km is not too bad we thought and set off around noon.
After a few hundred meters we bumped into two condescending old hikers that were geared up as if they were heading for Mount Everest. With raised eyebrows they told us the path is not recommended for panniers and the easy option along the coast is not allowed for bikes. Nothing we did not know so we pushed past them, being merely encouraged by their patronising ways. After fighting our way over the muddy track (it had rained last night) having backflashes of Cambodia we did come to the intersection describing the route which immediately we wished we had not read. We spent the next few hours pushing our bikes along a steep ridge, having to both move one bike at a time at some parts of the way. We got to the summit around 4pm looking forward to a thrilling descent, but encountered a rather scary steep washed out bumpy limestone track instead. Yes, we were rather glad when we reached the campsite at Stony Bay at last. Needing some sort of revival, we jumped into the river for a wash, even though it was cold and dark before sleeping fast and sound.
Next morning we were woken by some ducks who did not part from our side all morning, accompanying us to wash our bikes in the river, to the beach and watching us having breakfast and lunch. We had our first and last swim in the sea in NZ and enjoyed the beautiful rocky beach, not getting on our bikes until after lunchtime. Being back on a four wheel drive track felt luxury and riding felt easy. That night we were the only campers at the beautiful Waikaway Beach.
In the morning we went for a walk on the beach before Bea dropped her camera in the toilet, but that's another story. From there we got back to Coromandel Town via three hills and took the ferry to Auckland the following day, where we enjoyed the advantages of a big city and were not used to the disadvantages.
Oh shit we have ran out of time...
Port Jackson
attacking the hiking trail next morning
soft landing
pushing our bikes from sea level to 580m
eventually, the view from top
inquisitive little visitors at Stony Bay
our shower
Waikawau Beach
Rotorua to Coromandel
27/05/08: 63km, climb 663m, Rotorua - Tauranga
28/05/08: 95km, climb 1103m, Tauranga - Whangamata DOC
29/05/08: 69km, climb 786m, Whangamata - Hot Water Beach
30/05/08: 30km, Hot Water Beach - Whitianga
31/05/08: 44km, climb 823m, Whitianga - Coromandel
The ride from Rotorua to Tauranga was nice as it was sunny, mainly downhill and there was not much traffic. We camped in the garden of a friendly hostel in Tauranga and got sucked into TV for the night.
The road from Tauranga to Waihi the next day was terrible, or the combination of traffic and narrow road were. At least it was still sunny. In Waihi we left the road to Auckland behind and all the traffic which was a relief, but we ended up cycling into the dark trying to get to a DOC campsite marked ambiguously on our map. We did try and pay for the campsite for once, but were only greeted by a friendly dog who would not accept our money. During the night a possum kept trying to get into our tent, pressing its furry bottom to the tentwalls, but we did not let it in and wished we took the dog along as guard.
We continued on to Hot Water Beach the next day, which has a hot spring under the sand accessible at low tide. Then you can dig a hole and have a nice hot bath. On advice of a local we disobeyed the 'No Camping' signs. He also lent us a spade. Low tide was after dark so we decided to just dig our hole at the break of dawn, when the next low tide was. We were the first people on the beach, hitting it even before the sun. We found the hot patches and dug ourselves a hole, and a lovely warm bath. Unfortunately a wave came over our defense wall and cooled it down a bit, but it was still worth it. Tepid Water Beach.
Later that morning we set off and passed a few other stunning beaches, mostly lined with flash holiday homes. We went for a walk down to Cathedral Cove (a beautiful bay) and then passed by the Purangi Winery where we were plied with lots of tasty wine and fruit liquor samples. Our super fit cyclist constitution falls to pieces as soon as alcohol is involved, so we did not make it further than Whitianga that afternoon. I think we may have even stood on the oldest stone wharf in the country. In fact it may have been the oldest stone wharf in Australasia. If only we were sober enough to appreciate it.
The next day was short but pretty hilly and very pretty. In Coromandel town we checked into a lovely comfy hostel with fairlylights and a fireplace and dined on the local speciality of smoked seafood and another dose of TV.
Hot Water Beach
Cathedral Cove
28/05/08: 95km, climb 1103m, Tauranga - Whangamata DOC
29/05/08: 69km, climb 786m, Whangamata - Hot Water Beach
30/05/08: 30km, Hot Water Beach - Whitianga
31/05/08: 44km, climb 823m, Whitianga - Coromandel
The ride from Rotorua to Tauranga was nice as it was sunny, mainly downhill and there was not much traffic. We camped in the garden of a friendly hostel in Tauranga and got sucked into TV for the night.
The road from Tauranga to Waihi the next day was terrible, or the combination of traffic and narrow road were. At least it was still sunny. In Waihi we left the road to Auckland behind and all the traffic which was a relief, but we ended up cycling into the dark trying to get to a DOC campsite marked ambiguously on our map. We did try and pay for the campsite for once, but were only greeted by a friendly dog who would not accept our money. During the night a possum kept trying to get into our tent, pressing its furry bottom to the tentwalls, but we did not let it in and wished we took the dog along as guard.
We continued on to Hot Water Beach the next day, which has a hot spring under the sand accessible at low tide. Then you can dig a hole and have a nice hot bath. On advice of a local we disobeyed the 'No Camping' signs. He also lent us a spade. Low tide was after dark so we decided to just dig our hole at the break of dawn, when the next low tide was. We were the first people on the beach, hitting it even before the sun. We found the hot patches and dug ourselves a hole, and a lovely warm bath. Unfortunately a wave came over our defense wall and cooled it down a bit, but it was still worth it. Tepid Water Beach.
Later that morning we set off and passed a few other stunning beaches, mostly lined with flash holiday homes. We went for a walk down to Cathedral Cove (a beautiful bay) and then passed by the Purangi Winery where we were plied with lots of tasty wine and fruit liquor samples. Our super fit cyclist constitution falls to pieces as soon as alcohol is involved, so we did not make it further than Whitianga that afternoon. I think we may have even stood on the oldest stone wharf in the country. In fact it may have been the oldest stone wharf in Australasia. If only we were sober enough to appreciate it.
The next day was short but pretty hilly and very pretty. In Coromandel town we checked into a lovely comfy hostel with fairlylights and a fireplace and dined on the local speciality of smoked seafood and another dose of TV.
Hot Water Beach
Cathedral Cove
Sunday, May 25, 2008
National Park to Rotorua
19/05/08: 27km, '42 Traverse' MTB route
20/05/08: 60km, climb: 623m, '42 Traverse' to picnic area 20km past Taumarunui
21/05/08: 83km, climb: 709m, picnic area to Waitomo
22/05/08: 23km, Waitomo to Mangeokewa Scenic Reserve
24/05/08: 53km, climb: 746m, Mangeokewa - Pureora (DOC)
25/05/08: 94km, climb: 914m, Pureora - Waikite Thermal Pools
26/05/08: 47m, Waikite - Rotorua
Tim and Anna dropped us off at the beginning of the 42 Traverse, a mountain bike route going nowhere in particular but that we thought would be a nice start to cycling after our small break. The track was beautiful, and only required a few short sections of pushing. Due to our late start (and slow pace) we camped along the way. During the night were disturbed by some people out counting Kiwis so we thought we might see some at last, but unfortunately we did not.
The next day we continued and joined the main road again at Owhango, a bit of a shock to be back on the road, with lots of fast cars and logging trucks speeding past us. We started to hate logging trucks and got the impression the feeling was mutual. We sped on past Taumarunui and came to a nice (we thought so at the time) picnic area just as it was getting dark. During the night we heard some rustling in the porch and discovered a rat (or some kind of rat-like rodent) trying to bite through a plastic bag to get at our big sweaty block of cheese. We were not too bothered about it, Kiki would have done the same. We brought the bag inside and put it at our feet hoping that would disguise the smell. At 6.30am we were woken with the damn thing poking its head through a hole it had chewed through our inner tent! It was like having our house broken into. Since we were up already we packed and left towards Waitomo. The road was still very busy most of the way. We checked into a backpackers, the tent having lost its ability to provide us with the feeling of sanctuary it used to give us.
The next morning we went to see the Glow Worm Caves which was pretty cool, boating through a dark cave with a galaxy of glow worms stuck to the ceiling. (the reason Bea came to New Zealand)
Setting off at lunchtime we made it as far as Mangeokewa Scenic Reserve which was a few kilometers past the town of Te Kuiti. We slept in our tent again all past mistakes forgotten. It was a beautiful spot next to a river with a cliff and a great echo and we had no unwanted visitors this time. The road the following day was much less busy than the previous few days, which was a relief as it was much more pleasant to cycle. We made it to Pureora and camped at a DOC campsite.
From there to Waikite Valley was a long day, but mainly off the main roads through hilly steaming countryside and with the added incentive of a soak in some hot pools at the end. The campsite was next to a boiling river sending steam into the air, originating from the largest source of boiling water in New Zealand.
In the morning after another bath in the pools we cycled off to the Waio-tapu Thermal Area, and spent the next few hours walking around looking at the cool smoking multi coloured volcanic wonderland. We left there and cycled 10km further to another thermal hot spot, a naturally hot river, in which one can bathe for free. It was like something out of a fairytale, sitting in a hot river in the middle of a forest, the only thing missing was snow (although we would not really have wanted it to snow). We cycled on to Rotorua that afternoon and checked ourselves into a hostel for two nights.
somewhere on the '42 Traverse' with Mt Ngauruhoe in the background
one of the many river crossings
the moment the camera landed after falling 7 meters off a bridge
the view up to the bridge from where the camera landed, yep it's still just about working
rat attack picnic site
the Shire
camping at Waikite Thermal (boiling) river
Waio-tapu Thermal Wonderland
Lady Knox Geysir
natural hot river
black swans at Rotorua Lake
20/05/08: 60km, climb: 623m, '42 Traverse' to picnic area 20km past Taumarunui
21/05/08: 83km, climb: 709m, picnic area to Waitomo
22/05/08: 23km, Waitomo to Mangeokewa Scenic Reserve
24/05/08: 53km, climb: 746m, Mangeokewa - Pureora (DOC)
25/05/08: 94km, climb: 914m, Pureora - Waikite Thermal Pools
26/05/08: 47m, Waikite - Rotorua
Tim and Anna dropped us off at the beginning of the 42 Traverse, a mountain bike route going nowhere in particular but that we thought would be a nice start to cycling after our small break. The track was beautiful, and only required a few short sections of pushing. Due to our late start (and slow pace) we camped along the way. During the night were disturbed by some people out counting Kiwis so we thought we might see some at last, but unfortunately we did not.
The next day we continued and joined the main road again at Owhango, a bit of a shock to be back on the road, with lots of fast cars and logging trucks speeding past us. We started to hate logging trucks and got the impression the feeling was mutual. We sped on past Taumarunui and came to a nice (we thought so at the time) picnic area just as it was getting dark. During the night we heard some rustling in the porch and discovered a rat (or some kind of rat-like rodent) trying to bite through a plastic bag to get at our big sweaty block of cheese. We were not too bothered about it, Kiki would have done the same. We brought the bag inside and put it at our feet hoping that would disguise the smell. At 6.30am we were woken with the damn thing poking its head through a hole it had chewed through our inner tent! It was like having our house broken into. Since we were up already we packed and left towards Waitomo. The road was still very busy most of the way. We checked into a backpackers, the tent having lost its ability to provide us with the feeling of sanctuary it used to give us.
The next morning we went to see the Glow Worm Caves which was pretty cool, boating through a dark cave with a galaxy of glow worms stuck to the ceiling. (the reason Bea came to New Zealand)
Setting off at lunchtime we made it as far as Mangeokewa Scenic Reserve which was a few kilometers past the town of Te Kuiti. We slept in our tent again all past mistakes forgotten. It was a beautiful spot next to a river with a cliff and a great echo and we had no unwanted visitors this time. The road the following day was much less busy than the previous few days, which was a relief as it was much more pleasant to cycle. We made it to Pureora and camped at a DOC campsite.
From there to Waikite Valley was a long day, but mainly off the main roads through hilly steaming countryside and with the added incentive of a soak in some hot pools at the end. The campsite was next to a boiling river sending steam into the air, originating from the largest source of boiling water in New Zealand.
In the morning after another bath in the pools we cycled off to the Waio-tapu Thermal Area, and spent the next few hours walking around looking at the cool smoking multi coloured volcanic wonderland. We left there and cycled 10km further to another thermal hot spot, a naturally hot river, in which one can bathe for free. It was like something out of a fairytale, sitting in a hot river in the middle of a forest, the only thing missing was snow (although we would not really have wanted it to snow). We cycled on to Rotorua that afternoon and checked ourselves into a hostel for two nights.
somewhere on the '42 Traverse' with Mt Ngauruhoe in the background
one of the many river crossings
the moment the camera landed after falling 7 meters off a bridge
the view up to the bridge from where the camera landed, yep it's still just about working
rat attack picnic site
the Shire
camping at Waikite Thermal (boiling) river
Waio-tapu Thermal Wonderland
Lady Knox Geysir
natural hot river
black swans at Rotorua Lake
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