Family Stuff

So proud right now.  After alot of trying, I’ve finally figured out how to put video up!!

Go me!

Tina’s car is a luxurious, leather bound Land Rover with amazing air

conditioning.

Harry is in the front seat.

They’re driving really slowly along beside the riders.  Haz rolls down his (power) window and sticks his head out to cheer them on a bit, give them some encouragement.

This is what he comes up with:

“Geez, it’s hot out here.”

He then stuck his head back in the car and wound the window back up.

Truly inspiring.

Bit of a pain of a day.  After driving Jack and Dad out to where they finished yesturday (about 17km on from the camp spot) Mum and I went 120km back to Broken Hill to try and pick up the (hopefully) fixed bike.  No such luck when we first arrived, so we spent the rest of the day alternately seeing the sights and checking back in at the bike shop.

We went to the Big Picture Mint and Gallery.  It’s main feature is a 100m long cancas outback scene paining by Peter Anderson.  I have to admit that while I liked alot of his other stuff I wasn’t keen on the big one.  It would have taken a huge amount of time though, and from that view it was very impressive.

We also went to the Broken Hill Regional Art Gallery a couple of doors down from the hotel.  It was realy nice.  There was a gorgeous one of a girl there, Memories by John William Godward. [click to continue...]

Nine year old Tim pokes his head into the Sinclair tent, where I’m giving Jack a leg massage.

Tim: What!?!  Why does he get a massage?
Mum: He’s riden a long way today and he’s pretty sore.
Tim: Oh, harden up.

It’s been really good seeing Neil again, haven’t seen him in ages.  Keep forgetting to call him Neil, keep saying Trevor, or even worse, Uncle Trevor.  It’s been hard to remember, so I reverted to Uncy.  This is my Uncy:

We’ve (well, Neil) have found some awesome campsites, one was way off the road with heaps and lots of little red dirt tracks leading off in a sort of maze… it was pretty awesome.

We get to Port Augusta tomorrow where we lose Neil and meet David and Maree White - David’s the boss of Big Brothers Big Sisters in Melbourne and they’ll be riding for a couple of days, until we arrive in Broken Hill - and Jo and Chris who are coming until the end (Jo works for Mum and Dad).  So that will be rather excellent.

Our second day with Perth to Paradise!!

It was so good to get off that bus on Monday night and see everyone - hadn’t seen Em or Ange in ages, so that was good.

Dad, Em, Spud, Ange and Jack

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This is Jack.He has decided to cycle across Australia.  As you do.

So, on Thursday the eleventh of September, lil ol’ Jackman set off (with Dad) from Perth, to ride all the way back over to the Gold Coast.   So Harry and I have been home alone for almost a week now (oo

oeeiiioo - supposed to be the freaky supernatural sound effect.  Really didn’t work.)
To be honest I just find it interesting that having us two freaks at home alone was considered to be a good idea.  But whatever.  We have another week and then we’ll fly to Adelaide, then catch a TWELVE HOUR bus to Ceduna.  Cenduna’s  a teeny little baby town twelve hours from Adelaide

But sorry, back to Jack.  (It’s all about him right now.)  Well, he and Dad are riding a very long way for charity - Big Brothers Big Sisters Australia.  I think someone should mention to him that he is not a Big Sister, but apparently that doesn’t really matter.

But yeah, seems they’re going really well, they got to Uncle Trevor’s house in Kalgoolie earlier than they thought they would, which is always nice.

That’s really all I have to say.

Ja nee.

Dad and Jack in Kalgoolie.  Or somewhere equally as dusty.

Or maybe that’s just what they WANT me to think.

This is so cool.

I have a new cool website.

Yay for me.

I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve just spent an hour and a half being shown how to use all of it and I’m going to bed.

Goodnight.