Before writing about the ride back to Melbourne overland, I would like to write about a remarkable young woman that I was lucky to meet in Moree. I say lucky because, if she hadn't had a successful bone marrow transplant, I would not have had the honor of meeting her. I asked her if she would send me a story of her ordeal, which she has done and I have posted it here, as she has written it.
Bone Marrow Registers
To view the procedure for Bone Marrow Donation click below
Anthony Nolan Org
Sunday, 11 May 2014
I rode blindly into Brisbane and fortunately turned off at the right turn off that led me underneath the Story Bridge near Kangaroo Point, a notorious place for homeless people. I have to say the sky scrapers were not so ostentatious as other cities and had a beauty to them from the park where I had stopped.
I raced off from Urunga and only stopped in Coffs Harbour to access the internet in the library. It was by accident that I spent little time there, as I just headed out from yje library to the highway without much thought to a visit. Maybe it was fatigue, so I decided to compensate by detouring to a lookout north of the landmark. It took me through a park area to a suspended lookout platform that afforded spectacular views of the harbour and the coast line
Saturday, 10 May 2014
I left the Lake at the back of Boomerang Bay in darkness, which I swore I wouldn't do, rpding at night, that is., but I was determined to find some semblance of civilisation for the night. It had turned a little cold and the fog was forming on the lake to the side of the road and was misting up my glasses making visibility against oncoming headlights very por. I eventually arrive tin Forster which is the entrance to the lakes that were sitiing to the west of the road and was quick to find the local hostelry. I also found the local information office that was suitable for a nights sleep under cover of the canopy that is afforded to most Australian buildings
|The view from the coffee shop at Forster towards my hotel|
After spending the morning in Bondi updating blogs shopping for a pair of shoes in Salvos the charity shop run by the Salvation Army, I eventually headed down to the Opera House for a photo shoot. For some reason my picture of the bike under the bridge never happened, though I thought I had pulled the trigger. Fortunately I have the one with the opera house.