Yesterday (Monday 7th Feb) I rode a Greyhound bus from Sydney to Bathurst, which is the start of a 4 day circular route through wine and gold country. I arrived at about 8.15pm and got a reasonably early night.
I got away from Bathurst about 9am today, having taken a ride around the town and photographed a few of the historic buildings, of which there were plenty. This was the first inland settlement to be established west of the Blue Mountains:



On the outskirts of town, on the banks of the Macquarie River, is this memorial marking the spot where the town was first proclaimed:

The next 40kms of road were very undulating, making the riding fairly tough going It was hot as well and I was glad when I reached the halfway point of today’s section, at Sofala. This is a former gold mining town, now largely abandoned, however it does still have some historic buildings from the gold rush era of the 1870s, including a charming old pub where I took in a leisurely schooner of Toohey’s New. Not the most sophisticated of drinks but refreshing nonetheless.


Sofala is on the banks of the Turon river, seen in this photo:

The road remained undulating, and soon became unsealed:

It continued like this for about 10kms, during which I was thankful for my bike’s suspension mechanism. Soon after rejoining the tarmac I came upon this large lizard in the middle of the road:


At about 4.30pm I arrived at Hill End, the destination for this first day of the ride, and checked into the Royal Hotel, built 1872:

I was given a room on the first floor with access to the verandah, where I was ale to take in a very well earned beer in the still hot afternoon sun:
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