The last time I’d enjoyed a coffee at the same rest stop was almost six years ago when my daughter, Heidi, and I last hiked Tasmania’s Overland Track. Despite the freezing cold temperatures at night, it was a relatively mild winter, which made walking through snow not quite so difficult. Rather ironically, it was the only time I’d visited the national park when it didn’t rain.
Today, I wasn’t to be so lucky, as the threat of lightning, thunder and heavy rain, soon materialized. It became just like the most miserable of days when hiking through the Tasmanian scrub. My feet already saturated and my thoughts long past keeping them dry, I’d simply trudge through the boggy mud, the puddles, even the creeks. The only good thing about being absolutely soaked, sodden, drenched, almost entirely submerged in water is that you can’t get any wetter than you already are.
The beginning of the downhill road into Queenstown. |
With water sluicing at my pedalling legs and my hands frozen to the handlebars like solvent cement, I soon passed a sign telling cars that the next fuel stop, in Queenstown, was 86 kilometres down the road. With nothing in between it was to be a wet lonely road, with little to occupy my other than willing the kilometres on my bicycle computer to tick over as quickly as possible.
With little variation in the weather over the next three hours, save for the deeper puddles and road-kill along the way, there was nothing to think about short of concentrating on the road out in front of me. With only a few cars having passed me, from either direction, I suddenly caught sight of an explosives truck hurtling along the road towards me. It was just the tonic I needed, thinking about one of my favourite classic films, to help while away the next few kilometres:
Strahan |
Propelling French singer-come-actor Yves Montand to movie stardom, the film’s plot is pretty simple. Four desperate men have to cart two trucks of highly volatile nitroglycerin across 500 kilometres of rugged South American terrain, without blowing it, or themselves, to high heaven. In return, they will each receive the sum of 2,000 dollars. Holed up in the dirtiest and dingiest town you could imagine, inhabited by a veritable cesspool of low lifes, including murderers, criminals, an ex-Nazi and petty thieves, they see this suicide mission as an opportunity to drag themselves out of their squalid existence. Filmed entirely in France, tension builds as they try to negotiate the dangerous mountain dirt roads. Like Ventoux, the terrain looks brutal, accentuated by the stark black and white cinematography. Superbly edited, it is edge-of-your-seat stuff as they toil recklessly, literally and metaphorically on the edge of a precipice……’
Extract from ‘Lycra, Lattes and the Long Way Round’.
Books by Mark Krieger:
‘High Spain Drifter’ is available on Amazon , Barnes and Noble, Booktopia and other online bookstores.
‘Lycra, Lattes and the Long Way Round’ is available on Amazon, Book Depository, Barnes and Noble, Kobo Books
Both books are also available at local bookshops on the Mornington Peninsula: @ Rosebud Bookbarn and @ La Brocante
‘All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware’.
Martin Buber
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