Posts by BIKE-HEDONIA
27
Sep
Limping to Burketown
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BIKE-HEDONIA
I pressed the ignition button and listened to the engine turn over sickly. I tried again, watching the readings on my voltmeter plummet...
22
Sep
A milk crate with my name on it
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Months ago, when I set out from Sydney, my friend Brad told me that that there was a beer and a 'milk crate with my name on it' waiting...
22
Sep
Fear and loathing in Gregory
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I camped up in the bed of the Gregory River sometime after sunset. A group of indigenous locals were camped a little bit upstream and I...
06
Sep
Holy Cow
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The road from Winton to Cloncurry streaks North-South through the landscape, straight and flat across plains of dry grass. Another hot,...
25
Aug
Clean hands
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After my brief rural idyll, I legged it North for a spot of barra fishing. I knew that my fishing friends were camped somewhere on the ...
24
Aug
Gone Fishing
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I stayed at Navarra for a couple of days, helping Andy muster and draft the weaner wethers for sale. The sheep smelled clean and dry an...
12
Aug
The Pursuit of Sheep
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The next morning Andy and I delivered the pump to Ray, a station a bit further down the track from Trinidad. They were in the middle of...
11
Aug
Bring Water
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Andy’s place is called Navarra. It’s a 60,000 acre sheep and cattle station in the Barcoo, with blue and red hills looming in the dista...
05
Aug
Riding Blind
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We left the lights of the pub and headed into blackness. There was no moon, and I was riding in front of the Landcruiser, even though I...
25
Jul
Welcome to Yaraka
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According to my map, there is a town called Emmet, and that’s where I needed to turn left for Yaraka.
In reality, there is no town. The...
21
Jul
Go West
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I’d arranged to camp that night at a station out past Yaraka, in a fairly remote stretch of south-western Queensland. It was vaguely on...
20
Jul
Meat Ant Park
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I was up at daybreak to share a camp fire and some fine espresso with my new fishing friends.
The river water was warm to touch, so the...
14
Jul
Strangers by the River
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In the main street, standing beside Beastie in the midday sun. I’m looking for something in my pannier when a white ute pulls up beside...
28
Jun
Like A King
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That night in Mitchell was the first night of the trip where I’d needed to zip my sleeping bag all way up and snuggle down; people said...
24
Jun
Under the beautiful widow-makers
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It was just before sunset when I rolled over the bridge and into Mitchell. Up ahead, I could see a broad main street overlooked by a do...