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The Field…well, it’s actually more of a site with a derelict cottage on it, but more on that later.

Packing up for our flight from Hanoi to Zurich marked the end of the big part of our trip.

Vietnam was a wounder for the senses, maybe not the best place to go cycling, but worth a visit.

After a month in Bali, both of us were eager for a change of pace—and, more truthfully, eager to be properly on the move again.

As you might know from our most recent blog post, we had mixed feelings about our time in Bali.

Bali is one of Indonesia’s 17,500+ islands — yet it’s one of the very few most people can name.

Those of you who have been following us already know, our second chapter was significantly less defined by cycling and more by our Workaway experiences.

It’s 6:30 am and we’re in a tiny town in the Tasmanian countryside called Gretna.

At the very early stages of our planning—before we even left Spain—we had booked an exit flight from New Zealand (as per our visa conditions) to Melbourne, in order to visit our good friend Podge and exploit his unwavering hospitality.