After another night on a highway rest area, rather fresh – we have clearly left the warm Queensland behind, we are driving on a very curvy road in the middle of a big forest. The road is narrow and full of motorbikes which riders are dangerously leaned over the road in the curves and huge trucks full of logs, cutting the road turns. An explosive combination. Around one of those turns, we arrive at Jill Redwood's place.

Jill lives completely self-sufficient on her land for more than 30 years and also defends the forest. We have asked her for an interview. This interview is published HERE in a French magazine (sorry French only, you can use automated translation). We recommend the read ! Jill is a luminous woman with a strong determination that supports vibrantly her actions and words. We are instantly fascinated by the calm and cosy atmosphere that reigns all over her land, her own-hand-made house, her animals and the huge trees towering over. She did't have an easy life and still appreciates even more the little paradise she has built. Anyhow, we'll let you make up your own mind, we have been transported by this encounter. There are different ways to live an alternative life, all sorts actually for everyone's inclinations. The mass consumption system should start to worry, the solutions are there !

Already we have to leave before the night falls as we are going to the Wilson Promontory for a 3-days trek. We are passing the frontier between New South Wales and enter into Victoria. We stop at a rest area to spend the night. It is starting to get down right chilly. The next day, we wake up at dawn. It is COLD ! And when putting our heads out, the tent clothe is frozen rigid. Welcome to Victoria ! Gone is the dry and fiery warmth of Queensland, here is the nighty frost, gives you an idea of the size of this continent-sized country.

We arrive in Foster where we spend two comfortable nights in a small motel and rush into an op shop to buy an extra cover. It takes up most of the space of my backpack during the trek but we are really happy to have it ! The trek is beautiful, alternating between beach and forest landscapes. The terrain goes up and down, we still have to carry the bags, altough considerably lightened. Time goes faster than by car and the hours fly by as we need to reach camp. The second day is the most difficult, legs are now heavy, the night had bee cold and humid, still we push on in some weird motivation spree and against the mutted cries of our own muscles, until the following camp site so as to shorten rhe way the next day and be on time for our next woofing. The last day we meet a lot of wallabys on the way. Back to our starting point, the visitor center coffee feels amazing and we are off to have a good lunch at the Fish Creek Hotel, an hour from here.