(Days 4 & 5 – Wednesday 22 April & Thursday 23 April: Nundle to Tamworth) I woke in Nundle to the sound of car tyres on wet pavement. I was grateful for the excuse to accept Scott’s offer of a lift to Tamworth. It was only light mist but it felt like we were in
The number of kilometres I’m meant to be covering keeps going up and yet I’m not completing them. That said I feel like the kilometres I’ve been doing are so much harder than one might expect that they are equal to double or triple the number of easy kilometres. It rained heavily in the night
Last night I feared I maybe really couldn’t do this. Well, couldn’t do the wild camping – that particularly worried me. But here I am. Not wild camping as in set up in some shrubbery on the side of the road but behind the Timor Community Centre with no one knowing I am here. And
Here I am – sitting cross-legged in my tent, the darkness filled with the glow of the computer screen. I am camped in an open-sided shed at the Gundy Showground – a small bug crawls across my writing, outside something is moving on the tent. I have come to the end of my first day
The tick-tock of time passing is getting very loud. Today is my Going Away Party. As I write I await the first of my guests. I feel anxious, nervous, excited and sad. When I planned for a prologue ride in Australia, which begins next Sunday, I was thinking of it as a test of
Need this as an mp3 to help me over mountains, into headwinds, and on days that are just tough.
Europe. It’s Just Next Door.. via Europe. It’s Just Next Door… open the door to another city. Fun idea.
I messaged the Italian and German consulates with questions about the Schengen Zone and I had a reply from Italy. My understanding had been incorrect. I had thought that you get 90 days in 180 days – in the sense that two clocks start upon entering a Schengen country: a 90 day clock and a 180
Basically I’m having endless circular thoughts about gear. I’ve been thinking about clothes again, more. I’ve gotten two new pairs of Merino undies. I’m again leaning toward wearing the knicks and cycling tops I have, at least to begin with. For off the bicycle: I’ve the Kathmandu shorts and the travel skirt and the new
The reality is everything takes longer to do than I think it will. That’s why I never get through my lists. That and the addictive brilliance of Mad Men.