Blog Index
Under the beautiful widow-makers
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...
Into the light
Roma was the first place that I’d had phone reception for a few days. As I savoured my steak breakfast, I answered text messages and ch...
Amidst the floodwaters
That night, I lay in my tent in the blackness, listening to the winds howling through the deserted rodeo grounds. The rain came down li...
Hiding Out
The sandy stretches eventually terminated in an expanse of water that completely covered the road. The water was a couple of metres acr...
Into the hills
I woke to rain with the forward edge of Cyclone Debbie bearing down the East coast towards me. The previous morning, I’d read the predi...
Pub dogs and Polish bikers
I went to the pub in search of the rumoured Polish bikers, but got distracted and ended up cuddling a puppy instead.
It happens.
So...
I Live On An Island
On the road again, on my own again. The weather had been a bit dodgy for days; some heavy rain, then just cloudy for a while, but now t...
Cherbourg to Paris
On Monday morning, Graham came by as promised and we headed out to the Cherbourg aboriginal community.
You drive through lovely country...
Side-tracked again
That Friday night at the Theebine Pub I also met Sheri.
Now Sheri just happens to be married to Graham, our bearded grazier-next-door; ...
Annie Loses a Bet
Annie bet that I wouldn’t be out of bed until midday on the morning after our night at Theebine Pub. It seemed a pretty safe bet – I ha...
Come for a night, stay five days
I was only going to stay for a day, but halfway through the first, rainy day there was talk of Theebine Pub. Graham, Annie’s neighbour,...
Feral Child, Grown Woman
I woke late in Kilkivan. It was still raining and everything was sodden; whenever the rain eased off I could still hear fat drops of wa...
Mud & Haven
I left Brisbane in the rain and far too late in the day. I headed north then inland to Kilkivan, on the Wide Bay Highway, because it wa...
Are you there yet?
The first couple of weeks of the trip have not seen me fanging North at any great velocity, much to the incredulity of many. ‘But what ...
Repack, repack
When you're trying to carry your whole life on a motorbike, you need many things and can take few. If you're camping, you to be able to...