This weekend is Bike Fest up in Newcastle and they have organized a bike Polo exhibition. A couple people dropped out last second due “bad weather”. Meh. We have 4 at least which is fine for 2on2s on the smaller court. Hopefully the weather clears up there as we’re right on the water.
While not my typical style of adventure, my latest one is my new shiny job. This will involve cleaning up some of the worst code I’ve ever seen and trying not to hurt peoples feelings.
But enough about that here. Anything else concerning this will be written on MORGLOG, which is likely to become very WTF Code over the next couple of months.
In real Adventuring news, I’m planning my next tour. Since hot hot summer is approaching dusty ol’ down under continuing north is out of the question. So I was thinking about looping Tasmania in January. The plan is pretty loose at the moment but might even involve shipping my gear to Melbourne and riding unloaded (fast) from Sydney then taking the ferry to Devenport in the north part of Tasmania. That is as far as I have thought. More will be posted on that and a prospective tour of New Zealand March of next year.
Crossed into QLD last night and was surprised to not have armed mounties awaiting my arrival.
Had a relaxed night. Stayed in a hostel, took a stroll down the beach and cooked myself a nice dinner. Met two students from Southport on their first bike tour headed down to Byron Bay. Helped them fix some problems on their bikes before headed off this morning. Oh yeah, I also totally failed to do a rest day yesterday. Instead of staying in Byron’s Bay (too many hippies) I carried on to Tweed Heads. Today will be my short say. Riding less than 30km to Surfers Paradise where I hear there is a night market on Wednesdays. That should get me into Brisie tomorrow early afternoon.
Not only did I realize this morning I’ve lost my Team Moustache cycling bibs, when I pulled into a service station about 40km into my day I noticed my sleeping mat was hanging off the side and…..
The extremely nice, moderately expensive hammock lent to me by a friend was gone. Fuck. With over 100km ahead this was the last thing I wanted. Unloaded all my gear at the station and headed back. Would ride the whole thing if needed. Luckily it was only about 7km back but still took up about 45 minutes. And just as I guessed it was under one of the trees with a magpie that attacked me before. I choose to blame the bird.
In case you ever start thinking Aussies aren’t serious about BBQing, these things are everywhere. Big cities have them in public parks, they are in the middle of no where. That’s how you get some Q’in done.