It's time to move on. Melbourne and mostly Adam and his folks have been great, but the show must go on, the bike doesn't drive it self.
I want to get to Canberra before Sydney, so the next two days I'm going to break my rule and not drive along the coast. Canberra is inland, and I should be able to get there in 1 day, but I plan to head out late in the day, and sleep one night somewhere on the road. That way I can be in Canberra very early and get a good look around before I head for Sydney.
Do I have everything? Packing is not my favourite part, it amazes me every time how little space it seems to take up on the bike, and how much of a mess I can make of it when I have the space and need to unpack it all. But there is a system now. A specific order in which it all comes together, it also helps me remember it all.
We have a nice lunch, and they send me on my way, or rather they send me to the driveway where they watch me fiddle with earplugs, gear and all that stuff for a good five minutes. The earplugs especially can be really annoying sometimes, taking forever. Finally I'm all set and off I go, down the dirt road to open the slowest moving electric gate in the history of man kind.
I have said it before and I'll say it again, as much as I love stopping and exploring a place, I love leaving. The feeling of freedom, knowing you don't actually live anywhere, you live nowhere and everywhere, is hard to explain, but I think you know what I'm talking about.
On the highway I get to experience quite a special sight. The sun is going down directly behind me leaving the sky lit up in all the different nuances of blue and violet. I see it in my mirrors in stereo vision. In front of me is the moon. It's full but not only that, it looks like it's at least three times its normal size. Its bright white and the sky surrounding it is deep purple. It seems almost outworldish.
I get a bit carried away though, I drive until nine or so in the evening, a bit late to be finding a campsite. I try in a small town but they are all closed. One owner even comes out and one of the places and chases me away. the first unfriendly person I have met here, but then again I did come after hours. This is not actually fun. It's late and I'm getting tired and I have not found a place to camp. It's not like I can just find a place near the road, it’s a highway. Oh well, just gotta keep looking for opportunities, and if it gets bad I have to get off the road and look for fields or something. I come to a petrol station that seems to have a rather large grassy area around it. I fill up the iron horse and ask the lady at the counter if I can camp here. “not a problem, just go over there by that green patch, we get people camping there all the time”. Sweet!
No other campers there so have it all to my self. I'm not even sure how far I actually am, will check tomorrow. I go through my routine and shortly after I'm fast asleep.
I want to get to Canberra before Sydney, so the next two days I'm going to break my rule and not drive along the coast. Canberra is inland, and I should be able to get there in 1 day, but I plan to head out late in the day, and sleep one night somewhere on the road. That way I can be in Canberra very early and get a good look around before I head for Sydney.
Do I have everything? Packing is not my favourite part, it amazes me every time how little space it seems to take up on the bike, and how much of a mess I can make of it when I have the space and need to unpack it all. But there is a system now. A specific order in which it all comes together, it also helps me remember it all.
We have a nice lunch, and they send me on my way, or rather they send me to the driveway where they watch me fiddle with earplugs, gear and all that stuff for a good five minutes. The earplugs especially can be really annoying sometimes, taking forever. Finally I'm all set and off I go, down the dirt road to open the slowest moving electric gate in the history of man kind.
I have said it before and I'll say it again, as much as I love stopping and exploring a place, I love leaving. The feeling of freedom, knowing you don't actually live anywhere, you live nowhere and everywhere, is hard to explain, but I think you know what I'm talking about.
On the highway I get to experience quite a special sight. The sun is going down directly behind me leaving the sky lit up in all the different nuances of blue and violet. I see it in my mirrors in stereo vision. In front of me is the moon. It's full but not only that, it looks like it's at least three times its normal size. Its bright white and the sky surrounding it is deep purple. It seems almost outworldish.
I get a bit carried away though, I drive until nine or so in the evening, a bit late to be finding a campsite. I try in a small town but they are all closed. One owner even comes out and one of the places and chases me away. the first unfriendly person I have met here, but then again I did come after hours. This is not actually fun. It's late and I'm getting tired and I have not found a place to camp. It's not like I can just find a place near the road, it’s a highway. Oh well, just gotta keep looking for opportunities, and if it gets bad I have to get off the road and look for fields or something. I come to a petrol station that seems to have a rather large grassy area around it. I fill up the iron horse and ask the lady at the counter if I can camp here. “not a problem, just go over there by that green patch, we get people camping there all the time”. Sweet!
No other campers there so have it all to my self. I'm not even sure how far I actually am, will check tomorrow. I go through my routine and shortly after I'm fast asleep.
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