Fourteen years ago to the day I moved to Australia. I arrived with a rucksack and nothing else. I remember it clearly. I left the UK after a big party in London and with a return ticket that was valid for two weeks (it was very cheap) I went to Australia. The journey consisted of two stops: Dubai & KL and each leg of the journey was eight hours long. It is still to this day the most time I’ve spent in the air going either to of from the UK. 24 hours is a long time couped up in a plane, especially when I’m 1.98m tall.
So anyway it’s now fourteen years later and my ride today is kind of relevant. The GF and I rode to Central and had a pie form Harry’s Cafe de Wheels with a longneck of Cooper Sparkling Ale. It rained: a rather fitting reminder of the country I’d left behind all those years ago. The ride into the city was fairly short but it was followed up by a ride to Rozelle to the Ruby pub to catch up with some friends and finally utterly saturated from the steady rain I got home. A trip of 10.34 km.
Viva la Tour.