Just a quick update. It’s just gone 6am and I’m in a McDonalds in Grafton. I camped on a site on the outskirts of town and am just about to hit the road.
I was hoping to get to Taree last night but I think the jetlag kicked in and so after 12 hours on the road I called it a day.
Coincidentally, I’m in the same McDonalds where two years ago I emailed my mum and dad to tell them I was two days into the adventure, heading north. I can’t believe only two years have passed, it feels like ten.
I keep looking across at the other side of the highway imagining a postie coming the other way with a milkcrate on the back and a clean shaved, wet around the ears pom on a race to get him and the bike to Darwin out of Oz before the visa ran out. Strange days.
Right, gotta hit the road. The sun’s up.