The Postman

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 [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

Just about to leave the tourist info centre and the kitchen manager Denise has just handed me $50. She said she knew it would be appreciated and help me. How kind was that? Then she said if I ever need any help I should just ask the universe, the fairies, the flowers. It sounds daft [...]

Right, I’ve had my hot dog and browsed for some pick-me-up porn so now I’m going to hit that road and find out, one way or anothere, if me and Dot can be on that ferry to East Timor in five days time. With the woman behind the chip fryer warning of more rain on [...]