To be, or not to be
Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any better, they did. I rode my bicyle out of Milford sound and with low clouds and people hanging out of their bus windows to take pictures […]
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Dancing with Dingo’s
I can not think of anywhere I’d rather be, or anything I rather do then being here on my bike. How lucky is that? I’ve been on roads where cars don’t go and where I […]
The back end of nowhere… and beyond
As agreed I was met in Katherine by a big purple truck. To take me out to my home for the next few weeks. It would have taken me three days to ride out, which […]
