In a man’s life there comes a time when he must get out of Melbourne , say goodbye to family and bid farewell to the nine-to-five job and explore the more open road, in search of that intoxicating freedom and euphoria which dreams are made of.
Counting down now with three days until departure, someway between anticipation and immersion I’m ready
Long distance adventure cyclist Ian Hibell, in his book, “Into the Remote Places” described his bike as a companion, a crutch and a friend. Setting off in the morning light with “the quiet hum of the wheels, the creak of strap against load, the clink of something in the pannier”, was “delicious”. on a good smooth downhill run, the wind in his face, the landscape pelting past, he felt “oneness with everything”, like “a god almost”.
Hey Nick, what am awesome adventure awaits you, you’re an inspiration to weekend warriors such as me. I wish you safe travels and look forward to reading your blog.
Dave , Thanks mate sorry we didn’t get to catch up more , will see you and he band perform upon my return and hopefully meet you and Don for a gentle relaxing ride , Thanks for your positive comments Cheers
Sounds like a plan
I am in awe and admiration of you, Nick. What you’re doing is so wonderful and inspirational and I hope your soul is filled to the brim on your return. I wish you the safest of travels, open road, open heart. Take lots of photos and post then whenever you can because I will be following your stories.
Thanks Sharon , I feel quite privileged
better than the clunk of something falling off
I hope the clunk of something falling off isn’t myself !