Monday, February 23, 2015

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A very excited train trip from Munich airport. "Can you believe it? Look at that light! Ahh it's so beautiful! See the houses, see the mountains!"


Finally arriving at that lake. Final train change into Austria.


Resuming the same Saturday morning market ritual (until I start having classes on Saturdays).


Going to the tiny mountain town of Ebnit (population 100), seeing old friends again, eating cake, drinking hot chocolate & schnapps, watching 'Funken' (an old tradition to make a huge bonfire and scare away winter).


This morning's run before I started my first day of Masters (so much intense German. Have to get used to this!)


A love note on a tree on the mountain. I hope she saw it.


That morning blue hue that my iPhone camera evidently struggles with.

And so, I'm back in this corner of the world. It feels good.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Five hundred




On my list of new year's resolutions for 2014 stood "get good at cycling". I wrote the list when I was still in Austria at the start of 2014, about a month before I was to come back to Sydney. At the time I think I meant it in regards to cycle touring, but plans to take the year off and cycle around Australia fell through a few weeks later. I was running a lot at the time and so I decided to start training for a marathon instead, but then started having very bad achilles heel problems and was extremely frustrated the following few months - swimming just never really 'did it' for me. After some time, I bought a decent-ish road bike but it took until September for me to work up the courage to wear clipless shoes.
Cycling (like running was) is a kind of meditation for me, time to think - or rather not think - and just concentrate on my surroundings. That's probably why I was so frustrated beyond words when I first had heel problems - discovering cycling has been the best silver lining. I love the teamwork, discipline and concentration involved in group rides and the places it allows me to see. Nothing puts me in a better frame of mind for the day than watching the sun rise over Sydney's eastern beaches on a morning ride.
So, doing Rapha's Festive 500 challenge (ride 500km between Christmas eve and New Year's eve) was really a 'no-brainer':
































It started with a very windy ride south to Kurnell via Cronulla on Christmas Eve morning. This probably wasn't one of my favourite rides - the pace picked up significantly on way back from Kurnell but my pride kept me riding on the front of the bunch, battling the headwind for a few kilometres back from the headland. I was pretty dead after the ride but stubbornly went for a second 15km spin around the Inner West in the afternoon to bring me up to 100km for the first day.



One of my favourite rides was on Christmas morning. I stayed with my parents that night and so decided to do my 'original' route that I first started cycling on, before I had any proper gear. It was a beautiful, quiet, misty morning cycling along the Old Pacific Highway to Hawkesbury River Bridge - maybe 3 cars passed me the whole ride. A bunch of cyclists riding past laughed at me as I stood on the bridge trying unsuccessfully to take a selfie. It was nice to also feel how noticeably easier the ascent heading back from Brooklyn felt compared to how hard I used to find it!


Boxing Day was hot. With the steady Rapha bunch, we first headed north from Surry Hills to Hornsby, then to Bobbin Head and McCarrs Creek. I had a huge lunch the previous day and felt so full that I skipped dinner and breakfast that morning. I happily inhaled a banana that another kind rider in the group came back with from the convenience store on our short break at Church Point. Despite my lack of energy, the epic climbs and a flat tyre on the middle of the Harbour Bridge, I really enjoyed this ride and the beautiful scenery it went through (too busy riding to take any photos though).



I was sceptical when they announced on day 4 that both rides leaving the Club would be 'steady' with no fast groups. We were only 3 females out of all the riders that day and while I really can't stand it when people automatically regard female cyclist's ability as lesser... it seems like men generally just have a gender advantage! My legs were crying going up the hills (especially after Boxing Day's big ride) but my stubbornness made me determined not to drop back too far up the climbs.




































After day four's ride, I jumped on a train (or 4, thanks holiday trackworks) with my bike and met my family at Blackheath in the Blue Mountains where I joined them camping for three days. I started off Day 5 with a rainy & unexpectedly cold (wish I packed my arm warmers) spin to Govett's Leap lookout where there was the most beautiful, magic mist moving through the valley. I then met my Mountains-local friend Corey who lead the way through amazing rain forest down into the Megalong Valley. We cycled to where the road ends and crosses with the famous Six Foot Track. There we bumped into a friend of Corey's who had just finished a run and happily accepted some chocolate before the big climb back up the Valley. 

































On Day 6 I did the lovely Megalong Valley route again (legs crying after the previous few days' climbs - respect to the riders I saw doing repeats up the valley!) and then I did a tour between a few lookouts around Blackheath. In the afternoon I went for another quick ride and nearly got caught in a big storm (above image).

































On Day 7 I set off with my backpack towards Sydney. I loved this day's ride; it was sunny and beautiful descending the Mountains through the back roads. Even on the few stretches along the Great Western Highway the shoulder was decent (except for the couple of heart-stopping 200m stretches where it completely disappeared) and the roads relatively quiet. I took a train from Glenbrook for the rest of the way as I wanted to save some energy for Day 8's grand finale ride.



After a much-needed coffee we set off on the final Sydney Festive 500 organised ride on New Years eve morning, very happy that I took it easy on the previous day. My first long roadbike ride was also to Palm Beach a few months prior and I could feel that my bike fitness had noticeably improved since then - it was much more enjoyable than that first time. It was a really nice end to the challenge - lovely group & scenery, fun conversations and finished with a coffee and celebration beer (in that order) back at the shop. And I didn't feel nearly as guilty as I single-handedly finished the cheese platter on a picnic that evening.

All up I rode 548km over 8 main rides (see them here) and as I was saying to a friend on the last ride, it was such a nice experience. If it wasn't for the challenge I probably wouldn't have cycled half the distance and have taken my bike to the Mountains, which were some of my favourite rides. I'm excited for 2015 and hopefully all the amazing European cycling it will involve - because the goal was really always just to be able to cycle through the Alps.


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Ghoerig

It's a hot summer's night. I've been staring out my window over Glebe rooftops for the past few hours, deciding whether to leave the house again today - maybe go for a run to ease my conscience about the block of (delicious) $1 Aldi chocolate I ate or perhaps do something I haven't done for ages; take my camera out for a walk and hope to catch some pretty sunset light. Too late now, it's dark and I should go to bed but all of the sudden I feel restless and a bit guilty that I haven't written on my blog in a while. I feel inspired but I don't really know what to write about.
Actually, I do. Today I think a significant shift happened in how excited I am about next year - I'm going to the mountains again! Three semesters, ha! Back at uni so soon.  I think it's going to be different this time. Well, duh, it can't be the same - I've changed a lot (I think) this year, there will be different people, a different living situation, a legit full Masters in a different language…
Exactly a year ago today I flew to Istanbul for a week. How differently this year has panned out to what I expected at the end of 2013! It was a good year though, tough at times but definitely more highs than lows.
I hope to take my camera out a lot more next year, I neglected that this year. I'm itching to get on my bike and cycle into the mountains, go hiking and have the feeling of looking down onto the clouds.






This article is amazing and probably more interesting for me than for you, but still worth a read if you're curious to know why I go on about this place so much.

I'll be back with some fresh photos soon.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Change










































And breathe.
I feel like my life has completely changed over the past 3 months. In a very good way. When I've asked friends who I haven't seen in a while what they've been doing and they answer "not much" I find it hard to believe - how can so much change in one person's world but not another's? 
The glaringly obvious change is that I've now finished uni (in Australia…), that I've been settling into a new house, a new job and a new church. So much else though, so many little things that I guess would never have happened if I hand't moved physical locations. My whole schedule has changed because living in the city has allowed me to cycle regularly groups, and I've seriously fallen in love with it! Maybe I'm still in the honeymoon-phase of road riding but I love the adrenaline rush and the camaraderie with fellow riders. Going for a very early ride and watching the sun rise over the ocean puts me into a good state of of mind for the rest of the day (until I start crashing again around 9pm…). I wrote a really 'down' post earlier this year after my heel injury, and I'm truly thankful for this unexpected silver lining.
New friendships. Meaningful ones. A support circle and the feeling of genuine care and love.
Realising I've become so much more sure of myself, my faith and being comfortable in my own skin this year. A really awful thing happened a few weeks back but I think I'm coping okay, and I'm going to take that as a sign of becoming more resilient. Maybe I'll make a zine about it these holidays.
Oh yeah, I'm another year older! I think my perception of age has also changed though, and I no longer feel like I need to ask someone's age straight away and then write-off potential friendships if they aren't within a few years of me. 
I'm excited for what I think the next couple of years might have in store, for now I'll  be putting more effort into writing more on here. I've missed it.


PS. These ^ are some shots from my major project. Have a look at  more here, at my and my colleagues' work here, and at some of my other stuff here. I'm currently available for freelance work, projects and collaborations for anything to do with design, linoprinting or photography - I would love if you or anyone you might know want to get in touch!