A Gentle Morning Start
I woke up to soft light streaming through the small window of the caravan.
The smell of coffee filled the air, warming my heart as if it carried the sunrise itself.
“There’s fresh bread,” my host said. On the table, breakfast was already laid out.
The morning in Crystal Brook felt peaceful, almost like a quiet countryside town in Northern Europe. Before nine, I took a commemorative photo with my host. It was a short farewell, but one full of warmth.
Rolling Hills and Vineyards
I set off toward Clare, a town famous for its wine.
But the road was no simple country lane. Hills rose and fell like waves—uphill, downhill, one after another. Each climb was demanding, but each descent opened into breathtaking views.
Endless vineyards stretched across the horizon. The sound of leaves rustling in the breeze carried like gentle music.
🗺 Clare, South Australia — A celebrated wine region, especially known for its Riesling. Dozens of wineries dot the area, and though the town is small, it bustles with tourists and wine lovers alike.
A Stranger’s Cold Beer
When I finally reached Woolworths in Clare, a man approached me.
“You’ve done well. Here, drink this.”
In his hand was a cold beer.
That single drink eased the exhaustion in both body and spirit. These fleeting moments of kindness I encounter along the road feel larger than anything else.
The Final Climb and an Unusual Host
Just before reaching my host’s place, I faced the final challenge: a steep 100-meter hill.
It felt like the “final boss” of climbs. I pushed my bike, sweat running down, until I finally arrived.
The host who welcomed me turned out to be quite unusual.
He was a professional Morse code operator, communicating with people around the world using only sound.
It was a world I could not fully understand, but one that carried a strange charm.
Perhaps in “not understanding,” there is still hidden joy waiting to be discovered.
After all, a world where you know everything might be less interesting.
