Devonport, 800km
Well, where to start.
Hung around Launceston for a bit long (3 days) waiting to get my bike fixed. Went on the Boag's tour which was good but I wasn't allowed to get rolling drunk (damn you RSA).
Left on Tuesday and had a great day riding to Gowerie park (about 100km) and stopped at a honey farm with 8 types of honey icecream and 30 types of honey (eat your heart our Chrissy). Broke a spoke that day but trued the wheel up alright.
Rode the next day to Cradle mountain, all uphill with deadly wind. Very cold and low and behold another spoke broke 10km from the national park. What a good use of $60 and three days that repair job was. Trued it up again but decided that I needed to get it fixed before riding west as once I hit the west coast the closest repair spot would be Tassie. Anyway, locked it up in a shed at the visitors centre and spent Wednesday and Thursday hiking around Cradle mountain spending nights in the hikers huts. Good fun and alright weather. Woke up at 5:30 this morning (with all the wankers walking the overland track waking me up as they changed their thermals. Hiked for 3 hours back to the car park and got my broken wheel and hitched down to Devonport with the Wheel. Got picked up by a miner who was really nice but too politically conservative for my liking. I guess hitches can't be choosers. Dropped the wheel off (picking it up at 5:30 and got a dorm room with a Chinease guy (about my age) who is stuck in Devonport waiting for glasses and sits in the room reading porn and playing psp (probably not as enjoyable as it should be since he doesn't have his glasses).
Catching the bus to Cradle mountain tomorrow morning and then I'll hopefully be unstoppable (touch wood). Now just pottering around town but had an amazing lentil burger and chai in a cafe in town.
Stay well, I'll write again soon. Miss you all heaps
Peace
Hung around Launceston for a bit long (3 days) waiting to get my bike fixed. Went on the Boag's tour which was good but I wasn't allowed to get rolling drunk (damn you RSA).
Left on Tuesday and had a great day riding to Gowerie park (about 100km) and stopped at a honey farm with 8 types of honey icecream and 30 types of honey (eat your heart our Chrissy). Broke a spoke that day but trued the wheel up alright.
Rode the next day to Cradle mountain, all uphill with deadly wind. Very cold and low and behold another spoke broke 10km from the national park. What a good use of $60 and three days that repair job was. Trued it up again but decided that I needed to get it fixed before riding west as once I hit the west coast the closest repair spot would be Tassie. Anyway, locked it up in a shed at the visitors centre and spent Wednesday and Thursday hiking around Cradle mountain spending nights in the hikers huts. Good fun and alright weather. Woke up at 5:30 this morning (with all the wankers walking the overland track waking me up as they changed their thermals. Hiked for 3 hours back to the car park and got my broken wheel and hitched down to Devonport with the Wheel. Got picked up by a miner who was really nice but too politically conservative for my liking. I guess hitches can't be choosers. Dropped the wheel off (picking it up at 5:30 and got a dorm room with a Chinease guy (about my age) who is stuck in Devonport waiting for glasses and sits in the room reading porn and playing psp (probably not as enjoyable as it should be since he doesn't have his glasses).
Catching the bus to Cradle mountain tomorrow morning and then I'll hopefully be unstoppable (touch wood). Now just pottering around town but had an amazing lentil burger and chai in a cafe in town.
Stay well, I'll write again soon. Miss you all heaps
Peace
posted by Angel Ironhead at 2:49 pm
4 Comments:
In your courageous and innovative response to the travails of Life on the Road you are an inspiration to us all. The ghost of Kerouac looks upon you beamingly (except for that chai drin--he's not impressed by that).
In your courageous and innovative response to the travails of Life on the Road you are an inspiration to us all. The ghost of Kerouac looks upon you beamingly (except for that chai drink--he's not impressed by that).
Rich (aka Dudegod)
good work, hang in there. 800 kms at this point - I am impressed.
Watch out for fires and listen to the radio.
Anything you want us to bring down?
Porn is quality with or without glasses. Trust me.
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