Day 28-29 Days off staying in the place between Mount Ossa - Kuballu
We would be staying in the camp close to Kuballu for 3 nights. Until now I was looking forward to my 2 days off. Sometimes our choice would not be the best one and it seems to be the case. We must have made this choice to appreciate any other place even more. And we were lucky we saw only beauty of this continent so far.
Well, we could not have chosen any "better" this time. Our first impression?? If you want to feel depressed go to this place. We took an advice that there is mine show in Mackay and camps around are fully booked too seriously.
Positive thinking is our motto on this trip and it is a must here. Huge campervans standing out like skyscrapers. Am I in the city? Huge motorhomes with aside extensions. It is something I have seen only in the picture. People would be in them for the most of time. Lets go to explore this area bit more. Trees with yellow coloured leaves lines the road around the camp. A typical European autumn day. The drizzly/misty rain would complete the full picture.
It can't be all this place has to offer!? . And its not. What a beauty I found behind all those monsters! The stream is running through the bush. The magnificent three is spreading long branches above all of this. The noise from the highway can be forgotten easily . The paradise has been found again.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Day 27
Day27 Dryander National Park - Proserpine
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 37
total Kms up to Date: 779.5
total Kms to go: 3536.5
Thank you note: Thank you to Peter for servicing both scooters and for repairing the flat tyre
One cup, two cups and a third cup and I finally wake up. Only today and I have 2 days off. It keeps me going. I need to wait until my scooter is ready. The flat tyre needs to be fixed.
I scooter through the Hydeaway beach. The car stopped and a person comes to talks to me. I have to take the cotton plugs out of my ear to hear him. "Girl I know all about you"." You are scootering down to Melbourne". Yes I am. "Are you the first person to achieve this?" is his question. "No I am not. My ex-husband has done it 13 years ago. I might be the first female." " Go for it "girl". " I am with you". Are his last words. He sounds confident. I wish to share his confidence.
Before I scoot on main road I would do a ride on a Dingo beach to say good bye to this lovely place. I can not find it on the map we have but I am so glad we discovered such attractive area "lacking' tourist. Maybe not too good for local business but good for one's mind.
I continue my riding. The smell of death announces every dead animal on the road. There are a lot of them on this road. I am surprise to see several dead wild pigs. One of them seems to be burned.
A cow is behind the spike wire. How did she get there no idea? There does not seem to be any holes in it. It must be a young one. She runs ahead of me. I try to get around her but she is confused by coming cars. She would be running with me for a few kilometres. I have a friend on the road now.
It starts raining. The hills are covered with the misty clouds. It is a bit spooky. I like it, it would not look good if I took a picture but I take one for myself in my mind.
I feel good with every kilometre I manage today. It is incredible. When I do my counting for today I have nearly 800 kilometres behind me. I wonder how I managed. Will I manage another 3536.5 is a question I would ask...
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 37
total Kms up to Date: 779.5
total Kms to go: 3536.5
Thank you note: Thank you to Peter for servicing both scooters and for repairing the flat tyre
One cup, two cups and a third cup and I finally wake up. Only today and I have 2 days off. It keeps me going. I need to wait until my scooter is ready. The flat tyre needs to be fixed.
I scooter through the Hydeaway beach. The car stopped and a person comes to talks to me. I have to take the cotton plugs out of my ear to hear him. "Girl I know all about you"." You are scootering down to Melbourne". Yes I am. "Are you the first person to achieve this?" is his question. "No I am not. My ex-husband has done it 13 years ago. I might be the first female." " Go for it "girl". " I am with you". Are his last words. He sounds confident. I wish to share his confidence.
Before I scoot on main road I would do a ride on a Dingo beach to say good bye to this lovely place. I can not find it on the map we have but I am so glad we discovered such attractive area "lacking' tourist. Maybe not too good for local business but good for one's mind.
I continue my riding. The smell of death announces every dead animal on the road. There are a lot of them on this road. I am surprise to see several dead wild pigs. One of them seems to be burned.
A cow is behind the spike wire. How did she get there no idea? There does not seem to be any holes in it. It must be a young one. She runs ahead of me. I try to get around her but she is confused by coming cars. She would be running with me for a few kilometres. I have a friend on the road now.
It starts raining. The hills are covered with the misty clouds. It is a bit spooky. I like it, it would not look good if I took a picture but I take one for myself in my mind.
I feel good with every kilometre I manage today. It is incredible. When I do my counting for today I have nearly 800 kilometres behind me. I wonder how I managed. Will I manage another 3536.5 is a question I would ask...
Day 26
Day 26 Bowen –Dingo beach - Hydeaway bay – Dryander National Park
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 33.85
total kms up to date: 742.5
total kms to go: 3,573.5
Thank you note: Thank you note goes to Lyn from the information centre on Bruce highway for her $ 5 donation and also displaying my leaflet in the info centre and Diane from Victoria/Gippsland for her $ 10 donation.
It is time to move to another place. 10 o'clock - time to go. 10 o'clock. Peter gets nervous. " You should have been on the road by now"!! One more e-mail and I will go. I like to see him smiling and happy in the morning not grumpy. I do not want to spoil the atmosphere. I quickly pack computer to prepare for a ride.
He is a great person ( Peter) I am thinking while I push my scooter. Who would be able to take up so many tasks for this trip as he has? In his age!!! He cooks, packs and unpacks all our stuff anytime we anchor in a new spot. Filming and photos are also on his agenda..... I have to show him that I appreciate him ..
Wind blows against me. Nothing new. Does anyone understand the wind?? Why is it blowing against me always!!! There are time it feels that no matter how much strength I am putting in my pushes I am not moving from one spot. I am flowing slowly through. I have 37 kms on the agenda for today. I do not think I am able to make it... not after yesterdays 40 kms. Never mind I will catch up another day..
The channel 7 and Win TV cars are passing by. Oh, dear there are not here for you. It must be something interesting happening in Proserpine gets through my mind.
Peter is picking me up on my 34th kilometer. I have enough. The wind is so strong that I can not push myself any more. My body gets stronger. I feel my thighs and butt muscles developing, becoming very firm.
I nest myself in car taking off my helmet. "What are you doing" I scream at Peter. Peter pulls off the road faster then I expect. I had enough scooting for the day why is he stopping briskly gets through my mind. "we are stopped by the police" . Police... why police... my mind is panicking..
"Where is your scooter rider"! - The female voice queries . "Next to me" answers politely Peter. Now I can see the police lady. It is a look of the surprise I get "you do not look like a 10 years old boy" ?!she says ." We were reported of a young boy scootering the road"." You do not look like him". "Have you seen anyone of that "description." "No I have not". More questions are to come.
"What time had you been on the road since" " 10 o 'clock and I am riding a bike like scooter not a children toy". I am quickly adding. Peter hops off the car to open the door to show the scooter. The police lady seems to be satisfied. "Is it how you dress when scootering?? Yes, plus this safety vest and the helmet". I just took it off. It still sits next to me. I quickly grab it to prove my words.
She is smiling now. " it is fine, no drama" she goes. What a relief. My respect for authority must be transparent . It is Peter's turn now. He quickly grabs the leaflet to hand it over to the police lady before she is gone.
The sign announces the Dingo beach time to explore more of Australia. We turn left - a good decision. Dingo beach is the most interesting place I have seen on this trip. I wish we were permitted to stay. Small pub and a spooky beach. I wish we could stay overnight. Not without paying 1500 fine. We move to next one we are permitted to stay. I feel so privileged to be in the nature again.
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 33.85
total kms up to date: 742.5
total kms to go: 3,573.5
Thank you note: Thank you note goes to Lyn from the information centre on Bruce highway for her $ 5 donation and also displaying my leaflet in the info centre and Diane from Victoria/Gippsland for her $ 10 donation.
It is time to move to another place. 10 o'clock - time to go. 10 o'clock. Peter gets nervous. " You should have been on the road by now"!! One more e-mail and I will go. I like to see him smiling and happy in the morning not grumpy. I do not want to spoil the atmosphere. I quickly pack computer to prepare for a ride.
He is a great person ( Peter) I am thinking while I push my scooter. Who would be able to take up so many tasks for this trip as he has? In his age!!! He cooks, packs and unpacks all our stuff anytime we anchor in a new spot. Filming and photos are also on his agenda..... I have to show him that I appreciate him ..
Wind blows against me. Nothing new. Does anyone understand the wind?? Why is it blowing against me always!!! There are time it feels that no matter how much strength I am putting in my pushes I am not moving from one spot. I am flowing slowly through. I have 37 kms on the agenda for today. I do not think I am able to make it... not after yesterdays 40 kms. Never mind I will catch up another day..
The channel 7 and Win TV cars are passing by. Oh, dear there are not here for you. It must be something interesting happening in Proserpine gets through my mind.
Peter is picking me up on my 34th kilometer. I have enough. The wind is so strong that I can not push myself any more. My body gets stronger. I feel my thighs and butt muscles developing, becoming very firm.
I nest myself in car taking off my helmet. "What are you doing" I scream at Peter. Peter pulls off the road faster then I expect. I had enough scooting for the day why is he stopping briskly gets through my mind. "we are stopped by the police" . Police... why police... my mind is panicking..
"Where is your scooter rider"! - The female voice queries . "Next to me" answers politely Peter. Now I can see the police lady. It is a look of the surprise I get "you do not look like a 10 years old boy" ?!she says ." We were reported of a young boy scootering the road"." You do not look like him". "Have you seen anyone of that "description." "No I have not". More questions are to come.
"What time had you been on the road since" " 10 o 'clock and I am riding a bike like scooter not a children toy". I am quickly adding. Peter hops off the car to open the door to show the scooter. The police lady seems to be satisfied. "Is it how you dress when scootering?? Yes, plus this safety vest and the helmet". I just took it off. It still sits next to me. I quickly grab it to prove my words.
She is smiling now. " it is fine, no drama" she goes. What a relief. My respect for authority must be transparent . It is Peter's turn now. He quickly grabs the leaflet to hand it over to the police lady before she is gone.
The sign announces the Dingo beach time to explore more of Australia. We turn left - a good decision. Dingo beach is the most interesting place I have seen on this trip. I wish we were permitted to stay. Small pub and a spooky beach. I wish we could stay overnight. Not without paying 1500 fine. We move to next one we are permitted to stay. I feel so privileged to be in the nature again.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Day 25
Day 25 around Bowen - Proserpine
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 39.54
kms up to date: 708.65
kms to go: 3,607.35
Thank you note: Thank you note goes to Peter Mobbison from hardware store in Bowan who donated $ 5 and ladies at the information centre for their $ 5 note and coins donation and for placing my leaflet in the information centre.
I am f. stuck here who is f....... going to help me. If you were f.... in my position ...... I can not believe it is still dark and the gentleman on the street outside the camp is having this long and loud telephone "conversation". It is my first night when I did not need to take any painkiller and was peacefully asleep until now. A man is on the phone for another at least 20 minutes. I can not get back to sleep. Every 3rd word is f... word. I am thinking of a "gentleman's" words for a while. The wave of anger and frustration follows his words. One person told me recently that f .... word is just a word meaning nothing. Does it?? I think. What about words of joy and love.... it certainly means something to me. I am here on this journey to learn to understand the zest of life. To experience joy and freedom to tap into unconditional love....
Morning goes as usual except for Peter being on his legs already preparing a cuppa. I feel good as a matter of fact a beam of joy comes to me. The grace is entering into my heart. I want to share it. I go and hug Peter. He says nothing my gesture made him a bit surprised but it is a happy morning for him too. He does not need to pack all our stuff. We will be staying one more night and he can do his so loved cooking that he is so passion about.
I get ready for my scootering. The French couple and their daughter are packing . They are holidaying here. Peter is advising them how to spot Southern Cross. " it is simple to spot it" he says "you can not leave Australia without seeing it".
The daughter gets our expedition T-shirt. She puts it on and we take a picture. Peter gets the video camera but it takes a minute to put it on, the natural atmosphere is gone so he switches it off.
I am waiving our French neighbour goodbye from my scooter. I am on the road again and my mind is searching the memories. The time I went hitchhiking through the France. What an experience it was. Sleeping in the open air. Experiencing a heavy thunderstorm with no were to hide. Working hard in the grape's farm. I can not count how many great people we met on the road then.
... and here I am back on the road..... with a hope to experience the glory of life....
If you want to feel like you are in a western movie visit Bowan town. I am scootering through the town. It seems that time stopped here. It is very quiet. I am "expecting" two cowboys to ride horses through the town.
I am chatting with a man in the hardware store. I need to buy a money can for small donation when I get on the road. He is handing $ 5 note donation to me.' Thank you Peter. Every dollar counts. We can make this world a better place' I go.
The main road gets me to a information centre. " May I ask you to put up my leaflet about my journey" I ask the lady in a little window. With a hesitation she reads the leaflet. Yes, of course I will put it up she goes. You are brave! "Do you really scoot on this??" Yes I do I laugh. "It must be hard" she continues.... Yes it is... I answer..... It was easy to day when I was planning it now it is not as such.... I answer ... laughing again.... both ladies in a little Info centre are giving me donation. Money goes directly into donation box.
I am taking a ride around Bowan searching for beaches. Always beautiful , always a bit different to other places. Where will we be tomorrow I think.
Australia, Hollywood in Bowen, Bowen become Darwin are the big signs on the esplanade. What on earth is this.... how can someone associate Hollywood with Bowan.. Yes, it looks like the Wild West but what does it have to do with Hollywood?... I get closer.... Aha.... Now I get it. The film Australia was filmed here. 3 big signes are giving me more details. This little town played Darwin in second world war. I have not seen this movie. It is time I do.
Time to scoot back. I have nearly 40 kms on my speedometer. I am tired and I need a shower . It was sunny the most of the day and I really did get sweaty today....
weight: 62 kgs
kms a day: 39.54
kms up to date: 708.65
kms to go: 3,607.35
Thank you note: Thank you note goes to Peter Mobbison from hardware store in Bowan who donated $ 5 and ladies at the information centre for their $ 5 note and coins donation and for placing my leaflet in the information centre.
I am f. stuck here who is f....... going to help me. If you were f.... in my position ...... I can not believe it is still dark and the gentleman on the street outside the camp is having this long and loud telephone "conversation". It is my first night when I did not need to take any painkiller and was peacefully asleep until now. A man is on the phone for another at least 20 minutes. I can not get back to sleep. Every 3rd word is f... word. I am thinking of a "gentleman's" words for a while. The wave of anger and frustration follows his words. One person told me recently that f .... word is just a word meaning nothing. Does it?? I think. What about words of joy and love.... it certainly means something to me. I am here on this journey to learn to understand the zest of life. To experience joy and freedom to tap into unconditional love....
Morning goes as usual except for Peter being on his legs already preparing a cuppa. I feel good as a matter of fact a beam of joy comes to me. The grace is entering into my heart. I want to share it. I go and hug Peter. He says nothing my gesture made him a bit surprised but it is a happy morning for him too. He does not need to pack all our stuff. We will be staying one more night and he can do his so loved cooking that he is so passion about.
I get ready for my scootering. The French couple and their daughter are packing . They are holidaying here. Peter is advising them how to spot Southern Cross. " it is simple to spot it" he says "you can not leave Australia without seeing it".
The daughter gets our expedition T-shirt. She puts it on and we take a picture. Peter gets the video camera but it takes a minute to put it on, the natural atmosphere is gone so he switches it off.
I am waiving our French neighbour goodbye from my scooter. I am on the road again and my mind is searching the memories. The time I went hitchhiking through the France. What an experience it was. Sleeping in the open air. Experiencing a heavy thunderstorm with no were to hide. Working hard in the grape's farm. I can not count how many great people we met on the road then.
... and here I am back on the road..... with a hope to experience the glory of life....
If you want to feel like you are in a western movie visit Bowan town. I am scootering through the town. It seems that time stopped here. It is very quiet. I am "expecting" two cowboys to ride horses through the town.
I am chatting with a man in the hardware store. I need to buy a money can for small donation when I get on the road. He is handing $ 5 note donation to me.' Thank you Peter. Every dollar counts. We can make this world a better place' I go.
The main road gets me to a information centre. " May I ask you to put up my leaflet about my journey" I ask the lady in a little window. With a hesitation she reads the leaflet. Yes, of course I will put it up she goes. You are brave! "Do you really scoot on this??" Yes I do I laugh. "It must be hard" she continues.... Yes it is... I answer..... It was easy to day when I was planning it now it is not as such.... I answer ... laughing again.... both ladies in a little Info centre are giving me donation. Money goes directly into donation box.
I am taking a ride around Bowan searching for beaches. Always beautiful , always a bit different to other places. Where will we be tomorrow I think.
Australia, Hollywood in Bowen, Bowen become Darwin are the big signs on the esplanade. What on earth is this.... how can someone associate Hollywood with Bowan.. Yes, it looks like the Wild West but what does it have to do with Hollywood?... I get closer.... Aha.... Now I get it. The film Australia was filmed here. 3 big signes are giving me more details. This little town played Darwin in second world war. I have not seen this movie. It is time I do.
Time to scoot back. I have nearly 40 kms on my speedometer. I am tired and I need a shower . It was sunny the most of the day and I really did get sweaty today....
Day 24
24 Ayer - Bowen
weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 34.62
kms up to date: 669.49
kms to go: 3,646.89
Thank you note: Thank to Patrick Georgia and their Granma Margaret for stopping in Home Hill and giving me a donation of $ 10.00
Another day, another challenge, self-discoveries and new feelings. It is already a very windy day The mosquitoes will not bite today. Too windy for them. I have to find something positive in it. It seems I will need to employ my motivation today again. I want to get on the road as soon as possible.9 o'clock and I am ready.
The sun is fully up. I usually bump into the snake in these sunny days . They seem to love to sun bake on the road. I have to scan the edge of the road as I scoot I think ... what would be a better option ... the snake bite or to be hit by the car?? I do this "positive thinking" while riding my vehicle now. No need for panicking ... just be careful and scan the surface.
The wind gets stronger and stronger with time. Please, please could you stop for a little time... I discussed this trip with Vivien in Melbourne a lot. She kept correcting me. It is not IF... you will finish your trip...
"if you are tired, remember me" I will be with you "sitting' on your right shoulder. Just look at me I will give you strength.. Vivien I wish you knew how many "right looks "I had by now...
Why was not Petr telling me about this strong wind..... overwhelmed with frustration my inner voice gets angry. How could he ...he did not experience it ... he was scootering the other way .... is the answer. You just accept it , accept it as it is. There is nothing more you can do for now. Give up or Go...
My thoughts are shifting . There are other emotion to be look at. Its the fear....It is deeply nested in me and I even did not know about it. Different types of fear. No wonder Peter calls me little scary bag. It will be tested soon..
The tall bridge gets into my way. I am standing in front of it is steel construction. Cars start honking at me not in a friendly "tone" The bridge is long and yes, I am afraid to scoot through.... Should I wait for Peter??? There is the steel aside construction to walk through. I step on it and walk forward and backward... I am very scared .... the bridge shakes with every car passing through and I am shaking too.... should I come back... go go go I hear my voice... your mission is also about you ...overcoming your fear. I look down... I get dizzy... Will it hurt if I fall down the bridge... The bridge is long ... will it ever ends I think...one hand pushes the scooter the other holds the handrail firmly... step by step... .the adrenalin rises up I get more sweaty than when scootering. .... .. I see the stairs...wave of relief runs through my body .... I made it.... It might be funny to some people... but it was a big challenge for me..
Already feeling good scootering beside the road. I feel lighter, I feel happy. One challenge is behind me. The car is honking I see people waiving. They stopped. A lady with her two grandchildren. They are from Weipa. They read about me in the paper. They want to donate some money. They wish me all the best. They see me as a brave lady... If you saw me just before... are my thoughts now...
weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 34.62
kms up to date: 669.49
kms to go: 3,646.89
Thank you note: Thank to Patrick Georgia and their Granma Margaret for stopping in Home Hill and giving me a donation of $ 10.00
Another day, another challenge, self-discoveries and new feelings. It is already a very windy day The mosquitoes will not bite today. Too windy for them. I have to find something positive in it. It seems I will need to employ my motivation today again. I want to get on the road as soon as possible.9 o'clock and I am ready.
The sun is fully up. I usually bump into the snake in these sunny days . They seem to love to sun bake on the road. I have to scan the edge of the road as I scoot I think ... what would be a better option ... the snake bite or to be hit by the car?? I do this "positive thinking" while riding my vehicle now. No need for panicking ... just be careful and scan the surface.
The wind gets stronger and stronger with time. Please, please could you stop for a little time... I discussed this trip with Vivien in Melbourne a lot. She kept correcting me. It is not IF... you will finish your trip...
"if you are tired, remember me" I will be with you "sitting' on your right shoulder. Just look at me I will give you strength.. Vivien I wish you knew how many "right looks "I had by now...
Why was not Petr telling me about this strong wind..... overwhelmed with frustration my inner voice gets angry. How could he ...he did not experience it ... he was scootering the other way .... is the answer. You just accept it , accept it as it is. There is nothing more you can do for now. Give up or Go...
My thoughts are shifting . There are other emotion to be look at. Its the fear....It is deeply nested in me and I even did not know about it. Different types of fear. No wonder Peter calls me little scary bag. It will be tested soon..
The tall bridge gets into my way. I am standing in front of it is steel construction. Cars start honking at me not in a friendly "tone" The bridge is long and yes, I am afraid to scoot through.... Should I wait for Peter??? There is the steel aside construction to walk through. I step on it and walk forward and backward... I am very scared .... the bridge shakes with every car passing through and I am shaking too.... should I come back... go go go I hear my voice... your mission is also about you ...overcoming your fear. I look down... I get dizzy... Will it hurt if I fall down the bridge... The bridge is long ... will it ever ends I think...one hand pushes the scooter the other holds the handrail firmly... step by step... .the adrenalin rises up I get more sweaty than when scootering. .... .. I see the stairs...wave of relief runs through my body .... I made it.... It might be funny to some people... but it was a big challenge for me..
Already feeling good scootering beside the road. I feel lighter, I feel happy. One challenge is behind me. The car is honking I see people waiving. They stopped. A lady with her two grandchildren. They are from Weipa. They read about me in the paper. They want to donate some money. They wish me all the best. They see me as a brave lady... If you saw me just before... are my thoughts now...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Day 23
Day23 Giru – Ayer again
weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 35.72
total Kms up to date: 634.49
total Kms to go: 3,681.51
I can feel my yesterday's kms "portion" in my legs again. I wonder if my body will ever adjust into daily scootering. A day off helps a lot but after one day of scootering I am back into my ache. But maybe later on I will be fine. Anyway it is in human nature to overcome our limits and go further. They say if you think you are at the end of your strength you are just at the "middle".
My motivation is as "high" as my pain. I am challenging myself physically and mentally. The universe has thrown its "glove" (there are many beside the road) and I am "fighting" every single kilometre. At least for now.....
I do my writing today until 1 o'clock. If i do not capture the feelings and happenings of each day I can easily forget it. There is so much to think of , there is so much to release, there is so much to find about myself.
The phone rings. It is George "where are you??" He wants to tell me something . I pack my stuff quickly. It is time to say goodbye and start scootering. It is getting really late. I have never started that late.
"Hi George" I came to say goodbye. "I know but sit down I have something to tell you". The tears to pour on his cheeks like a tiny creek. I want to tell you that you inspired me. I want to tell you that I do not want to sit here doing nothing. I want to find my daughter and my son and see them at least once more in my life.
I am glad for you" I go. I have a father I have not seen for a long time. He was not too good to us but I still love him. There is also forgiveness and he was forgiven and I would be so happy if I hear from him at least once.
Now I think I understand why I was dragged back to Giru. I wanted to touch the freedom George understands. I want to know what it feels like , I want to pour it like a glass of Champaign and dance with it each night I look at stars. That's what George represents for me. Freedom. And if I also inspired him to see his children what else can I wish for. You never know they might be as I am waiting for his father to "turn up". Maybe the grandchildren want to see their grandpa?? Who knows. Maybe George would be a good grandfather. May be... who knows. If we do not try... we do not know and there would be only... who knows left with us...
I do not think there are accidents in our life. If anyone who reads this blog knows George Freeman please let me know. I would like to help him to find his daughter and son.
I did not manage to be on the road any earlier then after 1 o'clock. It gets harder, the wind is much stronger in the afternoon. I try to swim through but it is pushing me back. The road between Giru and Ayer is slightly uphill too. You can not see it from the car but when you are pushing each step you can feel it. NO question.
After my 16 kms I get really tired. I do not know if I will complete my limit today. The scooter I have chosen for the day is a new one much heavier that the old one. On my 19 kms I want to stop. The scooter gets heavier and heavier. I am tired and frustrated I want to throw it aside and hitchhike to Ayer. My right thigh muscle starts to playing up. I get sharp pain with my each push. I need to employ my left leg more thinking of leaving the right leg to relax but I am swapping legs regularly – it is too automatic.
You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. my inner voice goes in repetition. You can do it. Oh man still 15 kms ahead. I can do it I can do it... I am repeating loudly now...
I could do it and I did. Phone is ringing. Kayleen from Save the Children in Brisbane. I have nearly completed my task today. I try to sound enthusiastic even thought am tired. The Friday afternoon noise does not allow me to hear her properly... I will send you an e-mail were her last words.
Peter is picking me up on my 35,7 kms it is just a few more kilometres to Ayr. He has done his shopping and wants to tell me all about it. I am staring at him. I am tired I can not talk. He picks me up quickly. Get into the car and do not talk , Relax. "You look like it is your last minute" well that's how I feel too....
... I had a hard scoot today.... some days are hard some are easy.... but I did get rewarded.... a hot shower and an excellent meal peter knows I like....... and it's time to hop into my bed....
weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 35.72
total Kms up to date: 634.49
total Kms to go: 3,681.51
I can feel my yesterday's kms "portion" in my legs again. I wonder if my body will ever adjust into daily scootering. A day off helps a lot but after one day of scootering I am back into my ache. But maybe later on I will be fine. Anyway it is in human nature to overcome our limits and go further. They say if you think you are at the end of your strength you are just at the "middle".
My motivation is as "high" as my pain. I am challenging myself physically and mentally. The universe has thrown its "glove" (there are many beside the road) and I am "fighting" every single kilometre. At least for now.....
I do my writing today until 1 o'clock. If i do not capture the feelings and happenings of each day I can easily forget it. There is so much to think of , there is so much to release, there is so much to find about myself.
The phone rings. It is George "where are you??" He wants to tell me something . I pack my stuff quickly. It is time to say goodbye and start scootering. It is getting really late. I have never started that late.
"Hi George" I came to say goodbye. "I know but sit down I have something to tell you". The tears to pour on his cheeks like a tiny creek. I want to tell you that you inspired me. I want to tell you that I do not want to sit here doing nothing. I want to find my daughter and my son and see them at least once more in my life.
I am glad for you" I go. I have a father I have not seen for a long time. He was not too good to us but I still love him. There is also forgiveness and he was forgiven and I would be so happy if I hear from him at least once.
Now I think I understand why I was dragged back to Giru. I wanted to touch the freedom George understands. I want to know what it feels like , I want to pour it like a glass of Champaign and dance with it each night I look at stars. That's what George represents for me. Freedom. And if I also inspired him to see his children what else can I wish for. You never know they might be as I am waiting for his father to "turn up". Maybe the grandchildren want to see their grandpa?? Who knows. Maybe George would be a good grandfather. May be... who knows. If we do not try... we do not know and there would be only... who knows left with us...
I do not think there are accidents in our life. If anyone who reads this blog knows George Freeman please let me know. I would like to help him to find his daughter and son.
I did not manage to be on the road any earlier then after 1 o'clock. It gets harder, the wind is much stronger in the afternoon. I try to swim through but it is pushing me back. The road between Giru and Ayer is slightly uphill too. You can not see it from the car but when you are pushing each step you can feel it. NO question.
After my 16 kms I get really tired. I do not know if I will complete my limit today. The scooter I have chosen for the day is a new one much heavier that the old one. On my 19 kms I want to stop. The scooter gets heavier and heavier. I am tired and frustrated I want to throw it aside and hitchhike to Ayer. My right thigh muscle starts to playing up. I get sharp pain with my each push. I need to employ my left leg more thinking of leaving the right leg to relax but I am swapping legs regularly – it is too automatic.
You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. my inner voice goes in repetition. You can do it. Oh man still 15 kms ahead. I can do it I can do it... I am repeating loudly now...
I could do it and I did. Phone is ringing. Kayleen from Save the Children in Brisbane. I have nearly completed my task today. I try to sound enthusiastic even thought am tired. The Friday afternoon noise does not allow me to hear her properly... I will send you an e-mail were her last words.
Peter is picking me up on my 35,7 kms it is just a few more kilometres to Ayr. He has done his shopping and wants to tell me all about it. I am staring at him. I am tired I can not talk. He picks me up quickly. Get into the car and do not talk , Relax. "You look like it is your last minute" well that's how I feel too....
... I had a hard scoot today.... some days are hard some are easy.... but I did get rewarded.... a hot shower and an excellent meal peter knows I like....... and it's time to hop into my bed....
Day 22
Day 22
Weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 38.82
total Kms up to date: 599.22
total Kms to go: 3,716.78
I feel fresh and fit. A day off really helped. A night without the muscle pain. When I spoke to Petr ( my ex-husband who scootered from Wilson Prom to Cape York) he said that the hardest bit is first 1000 kms. Let's see if my body will adjust to this everyday exercise.
It is my first day when I do not force myself to it. As a matter of fact I am looking forward to be left on my own. To enjoy the nature to be with my thought. I am preparing fast. I can't wait to bethere..
And I am happy. We are going to see George. Peter agrees with my idea to surprise him. I know he will be happy and it makes me happy and excited. I can not wait to see his happy eyes when he sees us back.
I am pushing my scooter toward the Ayer. The lake with white water lilies lines road. Peter is waiting there for me to film it. It is done and he is heading forward to do some shopping in Ayer. When we will continue backwards back to Giru. It is only 37 kms from Ayr.
What would people think if they see me travelling up north instead of south. Oh Gosh... why do I even think that. Who is the one who is setting up the "rules" here. I am the one! I still do my daily limit and why should anyone care if I do it either way . This bother really bothers me. Why do I get the thought of what people "can" think on my mind. Do I still have to learn not to pay attention to what people say. I know what is the most important. Not to betray myself, to do what is right, feel the joy and happiness in my heart . And I do. I know that I will make someone happy tonight. And it is what matters!
You who reads this my lines please do not think that I am a generous person. I get too much of it. I feel happy I feel joy !! You can not buy it. My time is not wasted on this journey if I go to visit this 73 years old gentleman
Peter finished his shopping in Ayer. I need to stop at the post office to send USB with our short film for video clips. I am directing my scooter back toward Townsville. It is another 22 kms to fulfil my limit for a day.
The car is pulling off the road and I have to overtake it. Opssss..... there is a snake just run over - still alive. I am watching his last moments from a "serious" distance .It is sad to see him dying – life and death of this deadly "creature".
"I did not run him over" – I hear behind my back. The young gentleman gets off the company vehicle. "It is a brown snake" . The snake stop moving , he is dead now. The young bloke grabs him ( I would not). I am quickly taking some pictures. His deadly teeth are shown as a young man takes a screwdriver to show them. That's where you get the poison from I think. He can not hurt us any more ... or can he??
I see a lot of snakes on the road. Some are dead and some are alive. I always keep a respectful distance from them but you never know. Peter keeps reminding me to be careful I guess I am...I have not run anyone over yet. I hope I spot them first. I do not want to hurt and I do not want to get hurt. Will this balance work for me??
Nearly in GIRU. The last so familiar kilometres. It feels I am scootering back home. I did ring George in the morning to announce our visit. You do not want to shock him after his 2 heart attacks
He can't wait to see us. The ringing mobile displayed his name. " Where are you"??. " I do not have much to go, George but I still need to do my scootering of the day". "all right I will wait then...
Yes, He is happy and so am I. He is right – you can never substitute this happiness for material things. $ 2 coin is exchanged for a hot shower in the Giru international hotel and here we are - nice a fresh again. All ready for a dinner. They cook excellent in this pub. Time to have a rest. Nearly 40 kms today, my feet start to complain.
Weight: 62.5kgs
kms a day: 38.82
total Kms up to date: 599.22
total Kms to go: 3,716.78
I feel fresh and fit. A day off really helped. A night without the muscle pain. When I spoke to Petr ( my ex-husband who scootered from Wilson Prom to Cape York) he said that the hardest bit is first 1000 kms. Let's see if my body will adjust to this everyday exercise.
It is my first day when I do not force myself to it. As a matter of fact I am looking forward to be left on my own. To enjoy the nature to be with my thought. I am preparing fast. I can't wait to bethere..
And I am happy. We are going to see George. Peter agrees with my idea to surprise him. I know he will be happy and it makes me happy and excited. I can not wait to see his happy eyes when he sees us back.
I am pushing my scooter toward the Ayer. The lake with white water lilies lines road. Peter is waiting there for me to film it. It is done and he is heading forward to do some shopping in Ayer. When we will continue backwards back to Giru. It is only 37 kms from Ayr.
What would people think if they see me travelling up north instead of south. Oh Gosh... why do I even think that. Who is the one who is setting up the "rules" here. I am the one! I still do my daily limit and why should anyone care if I do it either way . This bother really bothers me. Why do I get the thought of what people "can" think on my mind. Do I still have to learn not to pay attention to what people say. I know what is the most important. Not to betray myself, to do what is right, feel the joy and happiness in my heart . And I do. I know that I will make someone happy tonight. And it is what matters!
You who reads this my lines please do not think that I am a generous person. I get too much of it. I feel happy I feel joy !! You can not buy it. My time is not wasted on this journey if I go to visit this 73 years old gentleman
Peter finished his shopping in Ayer. I need to stop at the post office to send USB with our short film for video clips. I am directing my scooter back toward Townsville. It is another 22 kms to fulfil my limit for a day.
The car is pulling off the road and I have to overtake it. Opssss..... there is a snake just run over - still alive. I am watching his last moments from a "serious" distance .It is sad to see him dying – life and death of this deadly "creature".
"I did not run him over" – I hear behind my back. The young gentleman gets off the company vehicle. "It is a brown snake" . The snake stop moving , he is dead now. The young bloke grabs him ( I would not). I am quickly taking some pictures. His deadly teeth are shown as a young man takes a screwdriver to show them. That's where you get the poison from I think. He can not hurt us any more ... or can he??
I see a lot of snakes on the road. Some are dead and some are alive. I always keep a respectful distance from them but you never know. Peter keeps reminding me to be careful I guess I am...I have not run anyone over yet. I hope I spot them first. I do not want to hurt and I do not want to get hurt. Will this balance work for me??
Nearly in GIRU. The last so familiar kilometres. It feels I am scootering back home. I did ring George in the morning to announce our visit. You do not want to shock him after his 2 heart attacks
He can't wait to see us. The ringing mobile displayed his name. " Where are you"??. " I do not have much to go, George but I still need to do my scootering of the day". "all right I will wait then...
Yes, He is happy and so am I. He is right – you can never substitute this happiness for material things. $ 2 coin is exchanged for a hot shower in the Giru international hotel and here we are - nice a fresh again. All ready for a dinner. They cook excellent in this pub. Time to have a rest. Nearly 40 kms today, my feet start to complain.
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