Some Ramblings
Having now spent seven days away from home I am really starting to appreciate this great country we live in once again. I have travelled extensivelly in the past but had become a bit preoccupied with the normal suburban grind, buy a house and pay the mortgage, build up a castle and start saving for the future. The thing is, the future is now and tomorrow it will be the past, if we have a dream we need to act on it immediately because fate may take the opportunity away from us. So I suppose that this is my midlife crisis tour and I am going to make the most of it.
Went into the town centre to the "Internet Den" to post my latest update and noticed that my arse cheeks were still very sore, it seems that the heat of the previous days coupled with long hours in the saddle have given me a painful red rash, as a consequence it has provided me with the perfect excuse to spend an extra day in Townsville and explore the sights.
Sitting out the front of the Motel unit this evening talking to my wife, it dawned on me that I had completely immersed myself in the trek, I had no idea what day it was nor even the correct time....now I know I am on holiday. Drinking Four XXXX tinnies and watching Geckos (small translucent lizards with suckers on their feet) dashing about on the eaves above me as they catch a feed of insects attracted by the pale yellow flouros....Yep life doesn't get much better, catcha tomorrow...
Day Eight - Friday (I think)
Realised earlier today, that the motel has a wireless hotspot, saves me having to go into the mall to the "Internet Den", a very fine establishment btw, with a very amicable and helpful proprietor. Spent the morning giving the bike another drought breaker - surely there can't be any more dust. The motel is across the road from a shopping ctr so I wandered over to Coles and restocked my supplies, fruit and veg mainly. Went for a cruise to the beach front and had a walk along the sands, happily taking snaps, would have been a bit more cautious had I realised it was a topless beach (as are most beaches in QLD), especially when the very tasty blonde looked at me as if I was some sort of pervert.
Discovered that my FJR has a serious surging problem, not related to altitude, more likely running way to lean. It is no probs with the trailer but cruising at 40 kph or lower in 2nd was not a lot of fun, especially in 32 celcius with little or no breeze. I am convinced that Townsville has more traffic lights than any other Oz capital city and there is someone watching to make sure any FJR rider has to stop at every single one...
Back at the Motel I am marvelling at a tree that must be much older than the buildings, it sits in the middle of a quadrangle surrounded by units and is about 10 feet around the girth. This tree throws of enough shade (incidentally this was the reason I picked the motel), to shade all 22 unit carparks for most of the day. The motel has filled up pretty much and as I was out of liquid gold (Jack Daniels) and the bottle shop was only across the road it was time to put the trackie pants on and nip over for another bottle. I have been sitting outside in boxers most of the time, as I mentioned earlier about the dreader arse rash, it has been caused by the undie elastic so I have decided to try riding in boxer shorts (yes I will be wearing jeans also for you preverts out there) and try to alleviate the problem somewhat. Jees I am looking fwd to hitting the road again tomorrow.
Well it's time for another JD and a Four XXXX chaser so I will post this and catcha down the line....Cejay
Beach front at Townsville
Didn't realise the girl in the distance was topless
Day Nine - On the road again...
Tried posting yesterday via wireless hotspot but the connection proved unreliable so after spending half hour submitting and resubmitting details I came to the conclusion the provider did not need my $ as much as I wanted their network. Another realisation is that having spent some time travelling at night and lots of time in the day, there are no kangaroos left in the Oz Bush - they have all been killed by road trains, I have not seen a single live one.
Up earlyish and packing the bike, time for one last shower before making tracks, first stop, a servo for fuel, good not to be paying the ridiculously high outback prices(my highest so far $1.81 at Barrow Creek). Temp is a mild 26 but very sticky, the joys of being in the tropics I guess, as I head south on the Bruce Hwy. Only thing is I am heading east according to the GPS, I zoom out on the map and am relieved to find that the road staircases its way along the coast. About 90 klms into the ride I have my second big fright for the journey, as I round a blind right hand sweeper at about 100kph there is a semi trailer on my side of the road pointing straight at me, I know now that I can stop reasonably quickly with the trailer on and not end up jack-knifed. Apparently the semi driver was making a left turn and needed both lanes to get the swing, bloody dangerous act all the same.
Rode for 200 klms before a stop, a bit of a record so far, wearing the boxers is paying off, my next stint was 290, followed by 280 but by now with the temp back up to 36 it was really becoming uncomfortable. Really looking fwd to the cooler weather down south. I have taken the Bruce Hwy because I made only one plan for the whole trip and that was to meet a fella named Doug, to whom I sold my GTS1000 Yamaha the week before departing. The plan was to see him on either Friday evening or Saturday morning, but until my wife pointed out what day it was yesterday, I had a day up my sleeve, but it was now Saturday and I am still over 600 klms away.
My last fuel stop was at Marmor and wanting a shady place for a decent rest and some tucker pressed on south, the road was now passing through undullating hills with lots of sweepers and despite my arse calling out for relief, was a fun ride even with the trailer. 50 klms down the road I dropped into the Calliope River Rest area, noting that 48 hr stays were the max. I parked the rig and pulled out a coldie and rung the missus, whilst on the phone I found a beaut little camp spot 30 feet from the river bank, that despite there being at least 15 vehicles of various types camped up, no one had taken this spot. That was enough for me, I was set up and sat down with a JD 10 mins later, thats when the local youths turned up. It seems that this is the local camp/party spot for the residents of Gladstone - just 25 mins away and Saturday night was party night. Well I figured there goes my quiet night at the river bank so if ya can't beat em, join em and JD in hand thats what I did, they weren't bad kids after all, even noticed that none of them smoked and no drugs at all.
Distance Travelled - 821 klms
Fuel Costs - $84.80
Campsite at Calliope River
Great view from frt door
Day Ten - Who hit me
Rolled over at about 08:00 and pulled the dead cat out of my mouth whilst wondering what ran over me during the night, checked the level in the JD bottle and all was revealed, yep it was a bloody good night. Had contemplated staying another day and relaxing but my fridge had been running for 14 hrs now on a lawnmower battery and probably wouldn't go much further. Then I noticed my phone was nearly flat, a result of all the phone calls made the previous night, I tend to get a bit carried away after a drink or ten. Plugged the inverter in and the 240v charger to give the phone a quick boost, then it was off for a hangover constitutional (a big shit). The rest area had toilets that were suprisingly clean so it wasn't a totally unpleasant experince, pity the bloke that followed me though.
On the way back chatted to some of the other campers and spied the sign (in full view as you enter the rest area) that warned of swimming in the river due to stingers coming in with the tide and suggesting not to camp to close to the river bank due to the crocodiles. oops... now I know why the best spot was free. When I got back to the camper I had a quick coffee and brekky and started to pack up, I was feeling 60% by now so it was time to get going, went to remove the phone from the charger and noticed that the error light was flashing on the fridge. This meant the battery voltage was dangerously low and the fridge would stop functioning imminently, with the camper now in full sun and despite the insulated cover, it would not take long in this heat for the fridge temp to raise and all food to spoil.
Five minutes and I am packed, hitched, waving goodbye and on my way back to the hwy. Athough only 29 celcius, it was extremely muggy and uncomfortable so I was glad to be on the road and feeling the air rush by my face, that is until, thwack... something smacked into the inside of my helmet but did not die, it was close to my left cheek and I could here the buzz of its wings and suspected it to be a bee. Pulling over and checking, I was right, little bleeder was caught in the seam but far from dead, a little deft work with a stick and he was free.
Once again the road was up hill and down dale with sweeper after sweeper, the surface was a bit ordinary but hey, ya can't have everything and this lasted for about 170 plus klms. Stopped at Gin Gin for fuel and a chance to check that the fridge was indeed running normal, no need to worry, everything fine now. If I had a Dollar for every time somebody asked me how the trailer is behind the bike and can you feel it, da no! its only 4 feet wide and weighs 200 kg how could I possibly know it was there. Back on the road after cleaning my visor, butterflies are out in force at the moment and it only takes 2 klms before the first one lines me up and smacks me right between the eyes, why did I bother.
Temp has once again hit 36 and it is most uncomfortable, with the high humidity, even with the wind you can not stay dry, my arse was now caining again and I was soon hunting a shady spot to stop and have some lunch, and at Tiaro I got lucky. I had lunch standing up, mostly salad and fruit, finally finished of the that flaming lettuce (my wife gave me a full lettuce before I left and I have been working my way through it for 10 days) washed down with my penultimate Four XXXX. It was only about 100 klms to Brisbane now and although I was struggling it should of been an easy stretch.
Says who? not long after I hit the dual carriageway and the 110 limit, traffic came to a grinding halt, as far as I could see in frt there did not seem to be any reason for it, just two lanes banked up to buggery and travelling at about 8 kph. After 40 mins of this I had enough and decided to try and forge a new path along the coast, so taking the next exit I headed for the coast (about 10 klms to the east), bollocks a bloody dead end meant I had to go back to the Hwy. This time I passed over the Hwy into Caboolture and tried to find a path inland, there were lots of traffic lights but at least I was moving. I ended up back on the Bruce about 15 klms further south apparently passed the hold up and back to decent speed, only 35 klms to Brisbane but now instead of getting there for late arvo it would be more like tea time.
Got to meet Doug at Capalaba and had a long chat over a coffee before leaving just on dark, heading for the Gold Coast, Big 4 Caravan Park and a chance to chase up an internet Cafe. Arrived at 07:40pm and set up camp in the darkness, had my last beer, finished of the JD and some bangers for a very late tea, went to sleep listening to 7 different renditions of "I've Been Everywhere" on my mp3 player.
Distance travelled - 662 klms
Fuel Costs - $34.97
Park fees - $84.00 ($32.00/night plus key deposit of $20.00)
Current Location - Monday 5th of November