The Postman

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 [...]

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, [...]