A smiling build
Walkabout; “a short period of wandering bush life engaged in by an Australian Aborigine as an occasional interruption of regular work” (Merriam-Webster, Inc. 1908).
rideabout; “a short period of wandering rides engaged in by Australian Bikers as an occasional interruption of regular work” (build Motosykleta, 2013).
G’day Cobber, I’m a white haired old bloke who lives on a Royal Enfield motorcycle called Claire and I’ll give a heypnee if you can tell my nationality. Some folk say I’m not the full quid and they are probably spot on. I have a shed in Melbourne, Australia but it’s not my home as I’ve recently found I feel more at home on Claire or in my tent as I meet more folk in a day than I’d meet in a month in my shed, I assume that is why I need to travel. That may change tomorrow.
Well, well … take two. I should be practicing using my smart phone but unlike the phone I’m not smart so I’m using my notebook.
Said “see ya” to Claire yesterday, it’ll be three weeks before I see her again. Andrew from Get Routed helped see her securely stowed in the back of the container but as she was the first bike into the container she’ll be the last out but I doubt that short wait will worry me as I’ll be excited to be back on the road again.
Schedules suck because I MUST be at Christchurch on the 17th of March 2014 to ship Claire back to the shed I reckoned I was confined to a schedule and I was trying to plan to see as much of NZ as possible but, excuse the expression, fuck that I’ll just travel and depending on where I am around 3 days before the deadline I’ll head to Christchurch that should give me a day to clean the bike and organise baggage. What I don’t see of NZ can wait till the next visit as I can now see another visit will be required, 3 months is not enough. Another lesson learnt.
The next visit will be longer than three months as I like to take time to meet people and enjoy a place at a relaxed pace. What is the point of flying passed a place and say “yeah I’ve seen that”.
You’ll never guess so read the post :-)
I’ve been very slack/sad when documenting my travels, I should have taken notes every evening even if they were just cryptic point type stuff … and photos, there are huge holes in my recorded images. My meeting with Kerstin and Sascha at the ‘Chain of Lagoons’ in Coles Bay is a good example. I took one single bloody photo! and that was when they were on their bike leaving, bloody heck, I’m a slack bastard. And, I relied on memory to recall the meeting. As luck would have it I do recall it well, perhaps because Kerstin and Sascha were memorable folk.