Perth to Paradise

I feel the need to show where I actually went.  So here goes.

It’s a very, very long way.  And that’s only from Day 14 of the whole thing.

Jack’s amazing.  I think that is becoming clear. [click to continue...]

What I’ve seen from Ceduna to Surfers Paradise

Llama: 1 Definatley wasn’t expecting that one.

Double Headed Lizard: 4 They are really cool.  They have a proper name, but I don’t remember it.

Frillneck Lizard: 3 Very glad I saw them, as I’d just bought a frillneck charm for my charm bracelet.

Kangaroo: 20 or 25 perhaps. Two jumped across the road in front of us and we saw a whole group of them bounding across a paddock about 200m away.

Goat:  hundreds!! They’re everywhere. [click to continue...]

Iron Knob

Harry liked this one alot.

Cockburn

Geez, minds out of the gutter people, it’s pronounced Co-burn.

Coonabarrabran

Just awesome.

Oodla Wirra

Adorable.

Wollomombi

Try saying it three times fast.  Seriously.  I spent like ten minutes in the car trying to pronounce it.

Nothing much has happened since we left Uralla… seems to be getting a little bit same old, same old.

Er, what news?

They found a dead guy in Gunnedah (sleepy country town) the day we left.  Suspicious death, too.  Never would have expected Gunnedah to be capable of it.

Stayed at a 100% completely manicured caravan park last night.  It reminded me of the movie The Stepford Wives.  Beautiful, but kind of creepy.

We’re really close to home now.  As in, I know the roads, I know the towns.  It’s scary, only two more days of riding left (and only short ones too, since they got so far ahead).

More later.

My first and pretty much only impression of Tamworth:

Public toilets just by the big map of the town.

I flushed the loo and a whole gush of water spurted out of the pipe at the back and onto my foot.

Ewww……..toilet juice!

The lesson:

When flushing in Tamworth, keep a safe distance.

This is getting a little freaky.  It’s getting to the point now where I’ve been through so many towns and to so many pubs and rest stops that they’re all merging into one.  I’m starting to have trouble remembering when stuff happened… was it yesturday, the day before or the day before that?

None of us can work it out.

It’s a little frightening.

You know you’ve been roughing it too long when grass seems like an unnecessary luxury.

Hi y’all!!

Great day.  We’re now a full day ahead - woohoo!

Today Dad had planned to do 201.2km to get us to Gunnedah, but since everyone (Jack mostly) really didn’t want to have a day that long at this stage in the trip, they were planning to stop short of the town and eat into a bit of their extra time.

Pretty crappy start to the day.  Jack was really tired, ghostly pale and really just wasn’t feeling too crash hot at all.

After lunch at a gorgeous park in a little town called Coonabarrabran (big name for a small place), he really picked up and got his colour back into him.

It’s funny, cause he never goes great in the morning, when you’d think his legs would be freshest, but he always does better in the afternoons.

But, yes, very tough day.

It’s now fourteen minutes past five in the afternoon and we’re about 35 km out of town.  Looking good though, they’re really determined to get in.  Going to be a little bit of riding in the dark, which is not good at all (really scary in fact), but still.  200km under the belt and still a full day ahead.

Just saw Jack lying on the ground at the Coonabarrabran lunch stop, with Mum standing over him dropping red frogs into his mouth.

The mind baffles, it really does.