Boyne-Burnett Rail Trail Day 2 Kalpower to Golembil 11 kms

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Exploring Day 2 of the Boyne-Burnett Rail Trail: Tunnels, Birdsong, and Charming Towns

The adventure continues! Day 2 of our journey along the Boyne-Burnett rail trail was filled with discovery, natural beauty, and charming encounters. As the sun rose on another promising day, our group of explorers set out to make the most of every moment.

Morning Delights at Miriam Vale Motel

With a hearty breakfast at 8am, we geared up for another day of exploration. Our cozy cabins at the Miriam Vale Motel were not only a comfortable resting place but also conveniently located near a cluster of small markets. The opportunity to potter around these markets allowed us to experience the local crafts, foods, and vibrant community that had sprung up around this picturesque area.

A Journey to Builyan and Golembil

After indulging in some local treats, we hopped into our vehicles and embarked on a journey to Builyan. The lure of a good cup of coffee was too hard to resist, and we found ourselves enjoying a leisurely pause in this quaint town. Energized by caffeine and camaraderie, we continued our drive to Golembil, a pivotal point in our trail journey.

Upon arriving at Golembil, we found ourselves chatting with a friendly rail trail volunteer who offered us a valuable piece of advice – to kick off our trail adventure from Kalpower rather than Barrimoon. This insider tip turned out to be a gem as it set the tone for the day ahead.

Through the Tunnels and Beyond

The day's highlights awaited us on the trail. Today's standout features were undoubtedly the six tunnels that were waiting to be explored. As we ventured into the first tunnel, we were met with an ambiance that seemed to be plucked right out of a Stephen King novel. The juxtaposition of light and shadows, along with the history that these tunnels carried, made every step intriguing.

Nature accompanied us throughout our journey, with the sweet symphony of bird songs echoing around us. For Michael and Russell, avid bird enthusiasts, this was a perfect opportunity for some leisurely birding. The trail offered them a chance to observe these feathered creatures in their natural habitat, adding a touch of serenity to our adventure.

Different Paths, Shared Experiences

As the trail stretched out before us, Karen and I decided to forge ahead, eager to immerse ourselves in the trail's offerings. Our journey led us to the Kalpower station, where we left one of the cars before doubling back to join the others. A reunion with Michael and Russell was a reminder of the shared experiences that brought us together on this journey.

The trail's end brought a sense of accomplishment, with our arrival at approximately 1.20pm. A quick trip to retrieve the other car from Kalpower allowed us to regroup and refuel before setting off on the next chapter of our adventure.

A Walk in the Town and Tranquility

With a touch of curiosity, Karen and I explored the town's offerings, embarking on the Tranquility trail. However, our tranquil intentions were met with an unexpected twist – the presence of flying foxes in the trees created an ambiance that wasn't exactly fragrant. The trail eventually led us to the town's cemetery, a quiet and contemplative space surrounded by the embrace of bushland.

A Culinary Conclusion and Shared Moments

As the day drew to a close, we found ourselves back at the Miriam Vale Motel, ready to refuel our bodies and relive the moments of the day. Dinner at the Miriam Vale Hotel brought a delectable spread, with offerings like roast pork delighting our taste buds. The shared table provided a platform for laughter, discussions, and the warm glow of camaraderie.

The evening was a perfect reflection of the trip's essence – shared moments, laughter, and the joy of exploration. As we retreated to our cabins, the echoes of conversations and the promise of more adventures to come filled the air.

Day 2 of the Boyne-Burnett rail trail was a testament to the magic of discovery, the bonds that form in shared experiences, and the beauty that can be found when we venture off the beaten path. We eagerly anticipate the adventures that Day 3 holds as we continue to explore this enchanting trail.

So there you have it. ChatGPT's interpretation of day 2 of the rail trail. It doesn't know there isn't a day 3...!

Boyne-Burnett Rail Trail Day 1 Builyan to Golembil - 14kms

This weekend we decided to have a little weekend getaway walking with Michael and Karen.

During covid, when we couldn’t do any travel because the state borders were closed, we discovered rail trails. These are old, disused rail lines where the train tracks have been removed, and the corridors turned into cycling / walking routes. During covid we did some sections of the Brisbane Valley Rail trail, and the Kingaroy to Yarraman link trail. We go away for the weekend and base ourselves in a local motel and do a couple of days of relatively easy (but decent distances!) flattish walking through countryside. So earlier this year I asked Michael if there were any more rail trails we could do as I was keen for another one, and this is what he suggested. https://www.boyneburnettinlandrailtrail.org.au/

Michael and Karen set off a couple of days early so they could go do some walking in local National Parks. We set off at 5am on Saturday morning with a plan to meet them in Golembil between 12-1pm. Rather than have to get up a minute earlier than we needed to, I suggested to Russell we wake up at 4.45, get in the car and go at 5.00, and have breakfast en route. Good suggestion. I drove from Brisbane to Gympie and we did a Macca’s drive through coffee and swapped drivers, as I was really feeling quite tired (as usual I didn’t sleep so well last night!). We had decided, as the GPS had us arriving around 11am, that would could have a more leisurely breakfast, and opted to aim for our favourite cafe in Childers - Insane Caffeine.

We arrived there around 8.30am. Whenever we’ve visited this place it’s been absolutely heaving, but today, being a regular Saturday and not part of a long weekend or school holidays, it was quite reasonable. So we felt pretty safe in ordering breakfast, with the hope that we would be able to enjoy it without feeling too rushed. They are not known for swift service here.

I love this cafe because (1) the coffee is excellent; (2) the food is amazing and (3) the decor, with its old sewing machines and bric-a-brac inside, and it’s rusty lawn equipment outside, is just ‘old worldly’. Again today it didn’t disappoint - and they were a bit quicker about the service! One small interesting little thing - I went to the toilet (not so interesting) but obviously no one had used it yet today, because sitting on the toilet seat was a black box - a rodent trap of sorts - and the toilet bowl was full of toilet paper. I wonder if they did that because they have some sort of pest problem. I tentatively prodded the rodent trap to see if there were any inhabitants, and once I ascertained there were not, I lifted it off the toilet seat and on to the floor, and attended to ablutions.

We left Childers at around 9.30 and from there it was pretty smooth sailing until the turn off - I’m not sure which turn off - to a dirt road. Yay, finally we’re on a real adventure. Happy to say that Evie handled it very well. By around 11.45 we were approaching the outskirts of Golembil, only to find that Golembil isn’t really a town at all. We were basically to meet Michael and Karen in the middle of, for want of a better word, a large paddock. There were several caravans set up in a circle, with a couple of rather large women sitting in plastic chairs out the front. One was doing her knitting. Turns out these women are part of “Friends of the Boyne-Burnett Rail Trail” - a volunteer organisation who are restoring the rail trail, given that there is no government funding for this venture. Well these women looked nothing like rail trail restorers! 

 Michael and Karen had been talking to the restorers and lamented the lack of any form of signage for the trail. The ladies told us where to go to park our car for the other end (Builyan) and gave some pointers for us. So we then set off to Builyan (about 15-20 minutes away) to do the car shuffle, leaving Michael and Karen’s car in Golembil. This is a very small town - literally a community hall and a cafe (which was closed - they’re Seventh Day Adventists). The community hall had decent public toilets (and showers, if you’re free camping!). Karen grabbed Michael’s car keys, and we then all set off to walk back to Golembil, which was anything between 10-15 kms away - information on this rail trail is very vague and conflicting. We figured we would just find out.

This route was a slight, but constant, uphill. Not enough to be too taxing but just enough for you to know about it. The path was quite pleasant, but the ground was relatively soft, so it gave way a little underfoot. The route involved 6 rail bridges, which were all marked ‘no public liability’; but they didn’t say that you couldn’t go on them - which was just as well, because for several of them there was no visible alternative! The first bridge was in pretty good repair, and it had a metal plank along the middle, which looked quite sturdy. We couldn’t see any other alternative as it was quite a scramble down a decent decline to the gully below, so we decided to just go for it. It was actually quite fun. 

 The next bridge we came to definitely couldn’t have been avoided. It spanned a steep gully with a creek, full of water in it. We had no alternative but to walk across, but it was quite tricky, because this time there was no metal plank, but two, weathered, wooden planks - and the bridge was curved! Being almost twice the distance of the other one, it was a bit scary - I had to just focus on the wooden planks and try not to see through the sleepers down to the water below!

 The trail went past sleepy farms and cleared paddocks (with over grown grass). There were several gates to navigate including one tricky ‘bushie’s gate’ which was basically a piece of wire loosely attached around the post - when you dismantled it, the whole gate collapsed! The countryside, whilst being typical Aussie bush / farm land, was actually very pretty - this was a lovely, scenic walk. The bridges really made it quite an adventure though! There were 2 that we could not cross, because they had vegetation growing over the opposite end, so we couldn’t see if we could actually get off the bridge or not. The last bridge we crossed was quite weathered, and as we stepped on the planks, there were many sections where you thought that the wood just might collapse. I stepped onto one that had rounded off, lost my balance a little and thought I was a goner. Fortunately not! But it was a little tricky.

 Karen and I arrived back to the car at Golembil at 3:40pm after walking just over 3 hrs. The distance covered was 14.23km. We didn’t waste any time, and we got into the car and drove back to Builyan to pick up Evie (our car). When we got back to Golembil the boys still hadn’t turned up, which was surprising, and Karen started to get a bit concerned. We parked the car and headed to the track head to wait, and about 10 minutes later they turned up, about 45 minutes after we had finished the walk.

We then headed to the Miriam Vale Hotel, our accommodation for the weekend. It was almost an hour’s drive from the walk, along well maintained dirt roads. Our cabin is more than adequate; dining table; sofa; TV; kitchenette; shower and bedroom - but the kitchenette doesn’t have a cooktop, and we had brought breakfast items that would need cooking. Fortunately Michael and Karen have been camping the past few days and they have their cooktop.

After showering and getting settled, we moseyed into the Hotel for dinner. This hotel is a real country pub. The front bar has your local larrikins, rough as guts. The room is decked out in Aussie flag bunting that has seen better days; the walls are covered with usual bric-a-brac, including, strangely, various people’s drivers licences. I’m not sure what that is all about!

The next room has a pool table; a couple of long TAB type tables; and a wrought iron stove. There’s a dining room out the back that has a couple of nice tables and the room is decked out in more bric a brac, including; an old radio; a milk urn; some old saws on the wall; and, of all things, the speaker system from a drive in theatre!

We ordered our meals and they were substantive and delicious. We then adjourned to our room to discuss plans for Michael’s Kosciuszko trip at the end of the year and just generally chew the fat. What a brilliant day!

The One Where Russell and Kylie Win Corporate Box Tickets To The Lions

 A couple of weeks ago Russell saw an email from our builder, Brighton Homes, about a competition to win tickets to the Lions. He entered and didn’t think anything more of it, but a few days ago he got a call to say he had won!

Hence here we are at the Lions vs Suns game at the Gabba enjoying the corporate hospitality of Brighton Homes! It’s been a brilliant experience. 

Because we’re in a corporate box we had a slightly higher level of security to clear than normal - full on scan with the security wand like at the airport - and then we were in! First port of call was the VIP area. Set up like a cross between a RSL club and an airport lounge, there’s a small live band, a games table for the kids (air hockey and fusball), a cafe, a dumpling place, a donut place and of course several bars. This area is also patrolled by security guards - not sure how effective they are as we asked one where our box was and he didn’t really know anything - but anyway. It’s pretty good.

 We eventually found our box - there’s 10 seats in each box and they have excellent, close views to the field. When we arrived at our box there were 3 people there already. We had been told food wouldn’t come until quarter time so I went to get some dumplings - $20! Madness. But not long after I got back the waitress came with the food - mini pies, sausage rolls and delicious sliders. There’s an esky with drinks - soft drinks, beer, wine - which I thought they would refill - but alas they didn’t, so I had the solitary Coke Zero.

The atmosphere at the Gabba is usually electric and this was even more so in the box. What impressed me was the comfortable seats - our box was the only one where they covered the seats with a cloth seat cover and a cushion - and they even had a little tv monitor so you could see the close ups. 

The game was brilliant - Gold Coast got off to a good start but eventually Lions wiped the floor with them! Yay!

So I just wanted to share how much I enjoyed the box experience. Wouldn’t mind if we won tickets to that again!

 

Day 5 Markina Xemein to Guernika

Today again was a top day. We started off early with a quick bus trip from Etxebarria to Markina (we didn’t need to walk that 2 kms again). Spot of breakfast - a frittata like thing for a change, then we set off. The weather was nice and cool which was great on all the ups. We took our time - took lots of photos - and eventually made it to the Monastery of Zenaruzza, which was just spectacular.

Then we set off for Munitibar and our route took us through beautiful forest. Headed down to Munitibar and were enjoying a coffee when along walks Malte! So we walked with him the rest of the day. It was great.

Such a beautiful day. We said goodbye to Malte who headed off on the train to a couple of towns closer to Bilbao. It was lovely to spend the day with him again.

Checked in to our hotel and turned on the TV to discover the news of Queen Elizabeth II's passing. 

I was lucky in the early 2000s to be a part of a guard of honour with 2 kids from my school for the Queen at the Commonwealth Day service at Westminster Abbey. Whilst we never actually formally met her, we were standing in extremely close proximity to her, with no security guards and no people in between. We would have been only a couple of metres away from her. 

So it was a shock when we were in our accommodation in Markina Xemein to turn on the TV and see the rolling scroll on the bottom, "Muere la reina Isabel II" - "Queen Elizabeth II dies". This was something we would then see reported on for the next week or so - clearly the Spanish had a fondness for Lizzie too. RIP. God save the Queen.

Headed out for dinner and finally got some vegetables - yay. Very tired now… ‘twas another 26km today - so we are over the 100k mark…

Highlights video https://youtu.be/PIaLF7miFZ8

Camino Del Norte Day 4: Deba - Markina Xemein / Etxebarria

Day 4 Deba to Etxebarria 29 km

Today’s video update if you’re interested is here…. https://youtu.be/tEkFhTj5IP0

Yet again, another fabulous day on the Camino.Today we left the coast and headed inland. As usual, most of the day was spent going up, then down, then up, then down - in the book this is another ‘challenging’ day and yes I can attest to that. We haven’t really had an easy day yet. One challenge though that the guidebooks don't mention has been breakfast. As we understand it, on routes like the French route, you get up early so you can walk in the cooler part of the day, have breakfast en route in another town, and are often in to your destination by around lunchtime. Not so on this route. Firstly, the other towns are few and far between. If we had followed that model on the first day we wouldn’t have had any breakfast until mid afternoon. Secondly, leaving very early isn’t really an option, because many of the cafes and supermarkets in these towns don’t open until after 8am. In a way this makes sense as the sun doesn’t really rise until 7.45am or so. It makes it particularly challenging when Russell has to take voltaren for his knees, and that's best taken with food, so we really do need to have breakfast.

Because we had to stay in Mutriku, some 6kms off route, we had to get the 7.15am bus back to Deba. We found a cafe at 8am and had a croissant and coffee (I am a bit over all the bread and pastry products - there’s no English breakfast here!). The supermarkets weren’t open and today’s route apparently didn’t have any services on the way so we picked up a bocadillo to go (more bread!) and set off.

Not far into the route we were joined by a young German guy called Malte from Copenhagen. He was fantastic company today and we really enjoyed walking with him. He comes over to Spain every year and just does a little bit of walking, as long as his holidays allow, and then comes back the next year and does some more - like most Europeans, we have found. Whilst he is prebooking accommodation like us, he is doing it on the fly - he looks ahead each night to see how far he thinks he'd like to go the next day, and then books something on booking.com. He was really very fascinating to talk to and it was lovely to have someone else to share the day with. He was telling us the background story for another lady we had seen on the Camino - a German lady - who we had noticed with very heavily bandaged knees. It turns out that she has walked from her home in Germany! Such a long way...

We enjoyed a well earned coffee and pintxos (Basque tapas) in Olatz, which was the only place open on the route today. Several hours later we made it into Martina Xemein, which should have been our stop for the night, but like last night, we couldn’t find any accommodation, so this time we had to walk the extra 2 kms to Etxebarria. Before we did that though, we enjoyed a ‘menu del dia’ with Malte, having a well earned rest prior to the last little push.

We are holding up very well - I have a slightly squished pinky toe, but other than that, we’re feeling fine. Because we ate so late we didn’t need to go for dinner (just as well because they don’t eat until very late here). It’s astonishing to believe that in 4 days we are almost 100km into our journey! Technically we have 742kms to go…

Camino del Norte Day 3 Zarautz to Mutriku 23 km

 Camino del Norte

Day 3 Zarautz to Deba 23km

Highlights video https://youtu.be/PaPkGmcRdRk

Well another fabulous day. We left Zarautz and again it was straight.. you guessed it... up!! We’ve come to the conclusion that’s pretty much all you do on the Northern route. Go up! But that’s how you get the best views…!

We took a quick detour to Santa Barbara to have a look at the view from there which was absolutely spectacular. Why is it though that when you go up, the next thing is you go back down? We have been up and down a lot today!!

Along the way today we passed several home vineyards which were pretty. In one, we discovered the owners had used the space for a double purpose, storing their car in there like a garage!

We enjoyed a coffee at the church of San Martin de Askizu (which was another steep up) and this time I actually managed to order my coffee in Spanish! After this the route took us through yet more farmlands. The towns on this route are few and far between but the views are spectacular. We took plenty of breaks just so we could enjoy the view more.

We had lunch (back down at sealevel!) in Zumaia. This is a cute little town with a big port. Funny thing we saw there were all the people swimming in the port where the sign said not to, and a kid fishing off the the back of a stand up paddle board. After some lunch we set off again on the route - you guessed it - up - and walked along the road up the steep hill where we saw the walled garden of the Convent. We went in and took a quick look, enjoying some brief respite in the shade.

More steep ups and magnificent views and then there was a massive steep down into Deba.

Unfortunately we hadn’t been able to organise accomodation in Deba because there’s some public holiday today or something, so we have to stay in Murtiku- which was another 5kms away. But we weren’t walking that! We had a bit of a panic moment when we tried to book a taxi but you have to phone - on Whatsapp of course - and 1. No one answered and 2. Not sure they would’ve understood us anyway. We were then in a bit of a tricky situation. Not quite sure what we would do, we approached another couple we saw getting a taxi and tried to ask whether their driver could help - he wouldn't.  Eventually, in a flap we typed up a message in Google translate and showed it to a stranger, who pointed frantically over the road at a bus stop. Dubiously we went over there and surprisingly a bus actually came! Hooray!!

We were required however to wear a mask as they still have those requirements in Spain post covid. 

Our accommodation in Mutriku is quite small - we are in a tiny little attic room at the top of the building, but it is adequate. They provided us with a nice little tray table outside our room (I think its shared for everyone) of juice and biscuits which we enjoyed. 

We then headed out to explore the town which is built on the side of a very steep hill leading down to the port. Enjoyed a nice quiet dinner before heading back for a well earned rest!

It’s been another stunning day…

Camino Del Norte Day 2 San Sebastián to Zarautz 22.5km

Our accommodation last night didn’t have breakfast provided (yes in case you didn’t realise we aren’t using alburgues - sacrilege - but pre-booked accomodation because with the large number of pilgrims post covid we wanted to be sure of beds) so we headed off at a slightly later than we would have liked hour in search of breakfast. We found a nice little cafe and enjoyed a toastie and coffee before setting off on today’s adventure. 

Such a hot day it was today as well - 32 degrees! This seems madness as it’s supposed to be Autumn now - but it’s like the height of Summer! Todays “Way” involved climbing 3 mountains - Igeldo, Mendizorrotz and Kukuarri. Yes none of these names mean anything to me either. But what struck me about this route was the farmland we passed through. Loads of donkeys and cows and even the odd sheep, as well as of course lots of cabbages, corn, apples, and obviously grapes. 

We encountered many fellow “peregrinos” today - some British girls, a Canadian couple, the same Englishman from yesterday….and 3 Spanish boys we dubbed “Una direccion” because they were walking along (at a cracking pace!) and singing along with their loud music! Russell would

like it known he called them “The three tenors” but they didn’t sing well enough in my opinion to warrant that fine name!

As we headed down the hill to Orio we came across a Spanish couple who had set up a rest stop outside their house, offering coffee, tea, cool drinks and baked goods for pilgrims, so of course we stopped and rested a while. 

We had a beautiful lunch in Orio - our first “Menu del dia” - wow what a load of food! It was like 2 lunches rolled into one! And this was where I learned how to order my standard preferred coffee - “cafe con leche desnatada corto cafe “- aka half strength skinny latte, thanks to a very patient and helpful young waiter. Although later on in our trip, once we moved out of the Basque Country, I found that in Cantabria they got a bit confused with this order and eventually it had to become ‘corto cafe, largo leche’. By the time we hit Asturias they needed it to be ‘corto cafe, mucho leche’!

The last 5kms into Zarautz was very pleasant, but it seemed to go on for ever! It was just like walking along the old Gold Coast highway through the suburbs, past holiday accomodation mixed with regular houses. We eventually arrived at our accomodation - the very oddly named “Somme Hipsuites”, having to navigate narrow little back streets using a combination of the Buen Camino app and Google Maps, only to find yet again our pack had not been delivered - but was waiting at the post office! Ya what?! This was most frustrating. We are carrying day bags and shipping a bag on each day (paq machila) - which is a brilliant service but for the last two days has been tricky as they won’t deliver if there is not a manned reception desk.  Yesterday they left it (securely) at the bar next door and today they messaged Russell to say it was at the post office. So, once we had completed our check in using the self automated vending machine system. It was relatively straightforward once we got into it, but a little nerve racking at the start as I wasn’t convinced it was actually going to work, and we had no real way of contacting anyone save for the messaging section of the booking.com app.

The room itself was very modern and had a very funky window shade sort of system with wooden slats that could be angled but covered a sort of vacant but well lit (and unable to be opened) window area. And it was one of the few places on the whole trip where we got a ‘matrimonial’ bed!

I decided to have a shower and stay in the hotel whilst Russell went out to look for the post office and find our bag. We were quite concerned because Correos emailed him and said that tomorrow he would have to take the luggage back to the Correos depot because of all the problems we’d had with reception areas not being manned, however the Correos bloke told us that their post office would be closed for a public holiday the next day! What to do? Fortunately we were able to get on to Somn Hipsuites who assured us that they would be at reception the next morning so Correos could pick up our luggage.

It was about this time that we realised the whole problem with the pac mochila was not just the manned / unmanned reception, but primarily the fact that the booking.com reservations were in my name, and the pac mochila reservations were in Russell’s! So we changed all the booking.com reservations to his name and double checked every hotel had a staffed reception during pac mochila pick up and drop off hours.

Luggage obtained, we had a brief relax and then set out to explore the town. We enjoyed a lovely swim at the beach - the longest beach in this province. I managed to get the GoPro out too. I was quite surprised just how many people were at the beach at that time of day! They had these cute little blue and white tents too for people to change into. It was really interesting.

We came back and got changed, and set off for the main square to try to organise some dinner. Well again, that was a bit fraught. By the time we got there, the bar we went to only had a bit of dodgy tapas and that was about it. So we sat there in the main square and enjoyed a glass of rioja and some very small (but tasty) tapas.

We headed back to the hotel, and I was editing my travel video and doing my facebook post when the strangest message appeared on my phone, via WhatsApp (a service I rarely use!). “We found your wallet. It is in the Local Police in Zarautz. Hope you recover it. Greetings from Miranda Zarautz.”  The message was accompanied by a photo of 5 people holding up my wallet and my card holder. What?!!

I felt sick to the stomach. Is this a scam? But they have a photo of them holding my wallet? How can that be?

I immediately messaged them back “Hello where did you find this? Is the police office open now? Thank you so much”. They then said they were there still, and sent the address, so we quickly set off, quite trepidatious, and uncertain as to whether we were going to be scammed, mugged, or who knows what.

It turns out these were some very nice people who had been at the same bar as us, and as they were leaving, they spotted my wallet on the ground next to where I had been seated. They went into the bar and tried to find out who owned it, and the bar man said we were foreigners, and we had left. So they asked at the hotels surrounding the square, but of course, we weren’t staying there. Then they d

ug a little deeper, and found my receipt from the Ibis in Irun, which they phoned - and that’s how they got my number.

What kind people. They then took my purse to the local police station and waited for us. They wouldn’t accept any money (and there had been some in that wallet, that’s for sure!). It turns out they had been to one of the guy’s mother’s funeral that day, and were at a kind of wake at the bar before heading off to dinner (at 11.30 at night!) So grateful for the kindness of strangers - and I will be sure to zip my bag up better next time!

Meantime here is my travel video for today…https://youtu.be/VbY6GjHR3fA