So today is the last day of Aussiemoot. As noted in the title, it really didn't feel like two weeks. At all. I guess that's what happens. I've had an absolutely smashing time. I did the high ropes course, and the giant swing (first words out of my mouth on the way down the first time? "Oh, shit." That good) at camp. I've been hiking, and abseiling, and surfing. I pulled weeds out of sand dunes-much easier than pulling them out of dirt. More fun too. And I've got plans, now, for the next part of my trip. I'm riding with some of the guys from Queensland from Sydney to Brisbane. On a bike. We start on Monday. I have no idea yet how well it's all going to go. And that's kinda the fun of it. The route is set,
For those that want to know, this is how we're getting from A to B:
starting at Hornsby and then passing through (though not necessarily to stay, It depends on how far we get each day)
Cessnock
Dungog
Gloucester
Wauchope
Macksville
Bellingen
Dorrigo
Glenreagh
Grafton
Casino
Kyogle
Beaudesert
Brisbane
If nothing else, we can always get in the truck and bomb through to the end. Last resort, of course.
the roads have been checked to make sure they're all still open or fixed after the flooding last week. The menu is done, and we're going shopping on Sunday. We even have a support vehicle. (Bike tripping without hauling my own stuff? Sounds awesome :P) The plan is to take ten days. At about 100 km per day. I'm excited, and maybe a little nervous. I'm going into Paramatta tomorrow to pick up a bike. If I like it, I'll send it home. If not, I'll sell it here. Either way, it should all work out. And... That's all there is to it, really. I've finally started on the second memory card, after taking forever to fill the 512mb. Not too bad. Closing ceremonies tonight, and then the longest party yet. The bar closes at 3, and the dj doesn't stop playing until sunrise, apparently. Or everyone's passed out. Whichever comes first.