Goodbye Old Friend
I had been watching the weather forecast and the day came for me to move on, 25 degrees with beautiful blue skies, I was Queensland bound. In 1974 I arrived in Australia for the first time and headed for Sydney. Not long after that, I met a crazy young lady with enough energy for two people, we got on well and became good friends. She was fortunate to meet a very special fella that steered her away from the craziness of Sydney in the seventies. I was on my way to catch up with Toni and Philip at their place in Maroochy River, on the Sunshine coast. The ride was fantastic, in the dream it was like this everyday but in reality, I’d probably had about a week of good riding weather, on the whole trip so far, I was enjoying every kilometre. There wouldn’t be many more, as I was coming to the end of the Australian leg of this journey, the bike had been for sale on the Internet without any response, so I was thinking I’d better find a bike shop somewhere. Passing through Maroochydore there it was….We Buy Bikes For Cash…I wanted nine, I’d have been happy with eight,I thought the shop would offer about five, so was pleasantly surprised when they offered $6,750. Only problem was it had to be right now. A quick call to Toni and she was on her way to pick me up and the trusted Triumph was gone, the last of the STUFF! I was on foot. I spent the week with Philip and Toni, they really are a joy to be around, it’s like they just met yesterday the way they get on, not the empty Nester’s they are, after 5 kids. It was Phil that made it possible for me to do this writing by sorting out the site for me, one of these days I might even develop it more, who knows? Toni has her own thing going, check her site out and maybe get involved with her 30 day gratitude challenge, her web site is http://www.30daygratitudechallenge.com/ I did a bit of work around the place to help out and every evening Toni and I would drive down to the ocean and meet Phil from work to go for a dip. I lived on the beach for years in Perth but had forgotten how to enjoy the beach and the ocean, It was a great week for me. I’d discovered my son Jack was going to be in Noosa Lembongan for 10 days, I hadn’t seen him for about 12 months, so decided to make a detour and fly to Bali and have a beer with him before heading any further east.
So off to Brisbane to get organised.
I am….THE LONESOME TRAVELLER….travelling east….BE HAPPY!