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 for [...]

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 [...]