The best news of the day is that my Flight Centre travel agent Hannah has sorted me accommodation at the Airport Hotel in Doha at no extra charge to me. Sigh. That is why I use a travel agent. If I’d have booked my ticket on-line I’m sure I’d be shit out of luck. If
Hannah, my travel agent, is looking at different flights for me. Qatar will give me a full refund rather than solve my problem. If I can get 30 kg (without crazy layovers) to anywhere in Europe for the original price – I’ll do that. Otherwise I might have to wear the nine hour layover in
Taking into account my Australian ride it’s like three months and a week or so to go. Shit. Okay. I need to settle on a starting point: Sydney or Melbourne. Melbourne is pulling on me but I need to look at what the cost of getting there will be. I have a lot to do;
Qatar Airways has changed my flights leaving me with the option of either taking a later flight from Sydney to Hong Kong on Cathay keeping short layovers there and in Doha but losing 10 kg from my baggage allowance (as Cathay offers 20 kg to economy passengers on that route compared to Qantas’ 30 kg).
As I wrote about my journey to Jibbon Beach: I feel like I’ve opened myself to a traveller’s life and a traveller’s experiences even while still in Sydney. … I’m seated in the bow of the Bundeena Ferry surrounded by people speaking many different languages in many different accents. Opposite me two women of a certain
I feel like I’ve mentally turned toward the trip and that it is now front and centre in my mind. This morning I was catching up on some emails and watched the videos Matthew Harris had posted, in two parts, of his ride so far: from Eindhoven to Dubrovnik and from Dubrovnik to Istanbul. They were excellent.
I spent part of New Years Day at the Art Gallery of NSW having a wander through the exhibits. The text accompanying Tony Albert’s Hey Ya! (Shake it Like a Polaroid Picture) read, in part Ritsi (the young man in the photographs) and Albert share an experience of re-connection to country and community by following the
Yesterday I looked at a recommended sleeping bag – recommended by the authors of the Bike Touring Survival Guide. It’s called a Backcountry Bed by Sierra Designs and is amazing looking. I want – very much. And I’m inclinded to get it. It’s less than US$300 and is like someone started from scratch: a zipless
I’ve concluded that had it not been Learning German with Christoph Waltz it’d have been something else. That subconsciously I needed a way to avoid over-thinking and over planning my Big Ride. I needed a side obsession that was complex enough to keep me engaged but ultimately unimportant. Something to fill my idle mental time with because otherwise I’d
Forget about the damned motor car and build cities for lovers and friends – Lewis Mumford In January 2011 I gave this 15-minute presentation to the Australian Cycling Conference in Adelaide, South Australia. My talk, as you’ll see, was based on the paper I wrote while completing my Masters of Letters in US Studies at