Like yesterday, at 5:50 an alarm (most probably from Konstantin) rang for a while. And After a while for another, maybe shorter while. And so on until 7:00, then stopped. I need only the first “beep” of “beebeebeep – beebeebeep – beebeebeep – (…) beebeebeep” to wake up and stay awake.
I went to the kitchen to pack my bags there, because I didn’t want to wake up anyone. When I was finished with eating, packing the bags, packing the bike I set down to work until the family got up, so I could say good-bye to them (Shawna and Harry slept too deep).
The first 25km where Melbourne and suburbs and I cannot say where which ended but then it looked more village-like. It took a while to get out, because there where bike lanes that changed from left to right or sometimes to a wide space between the directions of the road. And of course, there were traffic lights and a lot of roadworks, sometimes with complicated detours and one time I had to move a fence of the roadwork and carry and push my bike to get to the next normal way.
This was time-consuming and after 30km, I had an average of 11km/h, which would mean 11 hours for those 110km to Yea – too much, because Troy had told me that they would leave at 18:00.
But first, I needed a new water bottle. I had forgotten my original bottle (no bike bottle, but good to use, from “gatorade”) in an ice-cream shop in Thailand (see day 132) and bought a bike bottle in Bangkok (see day 137). Somewhere in China it began to have a bad taste and I saw spots inside that I cleaned. It didn’t help long and whatever I tried had only little or short effect. On the ship, I tried it again, because the water on the ship is prepared seawater and I thought that might kill everything inside. I made the bottle completely dry, then made a treatment with that water and dried it again. The smell was gone. But today, after 30 min it began again and after a while, I thought it begins to be unhealthy and stopped using it.
I went to a gas station and found again “Gatorade”, that has a drinking nozzle, only it was 600ml instead of 750, so it was shaking in the bottle holder and I had to adjust it.
I filled up my other bottles with water and this was good, because after that gas station, I came to farm-land and forests and would have had no good place to get water.
I saw my first kangaroo, big as a man, but dead on the side of the street.
Later I stopped counting or photographing them, it was too much. Some I could smell first (smells different than dead dog) and see later. I also saw an animal that could have been the size of a fox or racoon (but the Australian equivalent). It was completely flat, except the bushy tail, that still was moved by the wind. Wind is the second keyword. Around noon it started. Not storm but enough to slow me down again. And the next thing that started, and slowed me down were hills. Sometimes I even used the lowest gear – it was hard. Nice and interesting was that I most of the time had either wind or slopes, normally not the combination of both.
Less nice was, that I got strong cramps in my left leg and 4x had to stop for loosening it. I know this from other “first days” but not in this intensity.
fire is a big and sometimes traumatic topic in “OZ” 
The last part was going down and so I arrived not much later than I first had calculated.
Laura, the youngest daughter was around and brought me to the house (as she could guess that I am the cyclist whom they would host)
Soon after arrival we had dinner together and Joseph, the 2y old son, wanted to sit on my lap and be fed by me.
Laura with one of her pet-ducks 
Joseph, the friendly, always smiling little boy 
the family is very religious
(or at least the parents are)
Rose and Beth, the elder sisters, had a camping weekend with some “military scouts organisation” (I did not ask too much about that) and so, soon after dinner, the whole family went there to bring them to the camp. All three girls are self-taught, not attending any school.
the girls pick out knowledge from the encyclopedia 
and ere loll around learning/studying
When the rest of the family came back, I could record a complete verse, because Laura easily could learn 3 lines and the parents did another two lines each.
We talked on for a while, but I had to give up at 22:30 because I was too tired and wanted to finish my diary.
my shelter for the night 