The Postman

Day two in East Timor and it’s not the locals giving me the willies but the Indonesians. You see I have to get a visa from their embassy here before I can cross in to West Timor next week, so I went there this morning to apply. “No motorbikes allowed,” said the man on the [...]

Well I’ve made it.
I landed in Dili, the capital, this morning at about 7am and duly shit myself as every taxi driver in town tried to take me to a destination I didn’t yet have. I’d planned as far the wheel’s of the plane landing. They’d just done that. Now I was clueless.
I sat for [...]

Piff poff piff, we’re all ready to go. Dot Cotton’s on the boat – see Mad Millward video for info – my flight’s booked for tomorrow morning so we’re all ready to go. Just doing a bit of research on Timor now. Apparently they use US dollars so that’s handy to know, as is news [...]

Well it’s here, the passport for my bike. All I need do now is pick it up from the dog biter’s house, take my bike down to the docks tomorrow, load it in to a container and catch the flight I’ve just booked to Timor the next day. Too easy.
i’ll lay low in Timor for [...]

So Sunday night I arrived in Darwin to the sound of party poppers and streamers. Actually no. Rain on my leaking tent was all I could hear.
But I’d made it. Nearly 5000 kays from Sydney, two weeks and two bikes. I’d had punctures, abuse, breakdowns, wind and rain. I’d lost my cap, sunglasses, glove, broke [...]

The last time we spoke I was in Mount Isa, a mining town smack bang in the middle of nowhere that would remind me of Mansfield if it too was full of those who play the didgeridoo. I’d stayed that night with a couple I’d met along the way and set off the following evening [...]