Ambling along, smelling the roses…
From the category archives:
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.
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Still going in awesome fashion.
The boys are now a full day ahead, which is handy. The support crew are getting into a nice little habit where we wave the boys off in the morning, finish packing up and go to the bakery. Usually we get ourselves a snack and a coffee/hot chocolate and something yummy for the boys/girls for morning tea. At the moment we’re stopped at a rest stop, having just passed the boys drinks a little way out of Warren, a really cute little town. In ten or fifteen we’ll go, pass them drinks from the car window and then go ahead about fifteen kilometres, make lunch and wait for them to rock up. There’s an awful lot of sitting around waiting during the say, but it’s good fun.
Mum and I are getting sick of ABBA and Meatloaf (never would have guessed that would happen). We’ve [click to continue...]
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This is Holly. She’s seven.
Turns out the public toilets at the Emmadale Roadhouse are quite educational…
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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...]
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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.
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Lots more awesome fun bush camping. 
We all wound up at the Oodla Wirra pub that night. The pub was really all there was to the town (excepting the Quarantine Checkpoint), but it was a pretty awesome pub.
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Very exciting day today, as I saw my first ever real wildlife – four emus wandering through the old town of Iron Knob. And yes, Harry loved the name.
I also got on the bike for the first time today. [click to continue...]
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It’s weird – just as you get into some sort of a routine out here, it all gets turned on its head. Not that its a bad thing, but still. Got into Port Augusta fairly early and met everyone at the campsite. Guess what?!? Showers! It felt so good to have a shower – I was disgustingly filthy and my hair! Erugh. But it was good to get clean.
After making ourselves at least partially fit to be seen, we went down to Coles and did all the groceries for the next few days until Broken Hill. It’s amazing how organised Mum is, she’s incredible.
That night we went to the West Augusta Football Club for dinner – real fine dining, wooh! $8.50 for a meal. $11.50 if you want to splash out and get a steak. Great food though. [click to continue...]
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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.
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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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