An update on Chris and his travel partner after they left us at the scrapheap ride taken from her FB account
DAY ONE: the container we kept the rest of our oil in leaked all over Chris’ rutsack. Then we ran into a roadblock on the mountainside that forced us to backtrack for another hour, which turned into two because we were now short of petrol …and the town we backtracked too had construction going on at their station. Since the backtracking took us a total of three hours now, we’re left driving at night two inches from a cliff’s edge filled with kangaroos. You remember Chris doesn’t have headlights, right? We see six of them plus two dear in the next hour. By this time we’re driving at jogging pace so it’s not so bad, but you can bet your bike I never peeled my eyes off the side of the road after that.
DAY TWO: A LOT better than day one…but then Chris’ motorbike gets melted pretty badly back around the exhaust. The right back indicator is completely gone, a good portion of the surrounding plastic, and a nice chunk of the rutsack, which… lead to everything inside it catching fire (remember the oil?). Since we lost the tent, Chris decides it’s a great idea to drive to Melbourne tonight (instead of tomorrow like we “planned”)…in the freezing rain. With no rutsack to hold up my backpack, I had roughly 40 lbs (20kg???) to carry the entire way and no way to adjust myself. Poor Chris Hall took the majority of the wind and rain, but my jacket acted as an air vent so neither of us fared overly well. Nine hours we rode that day so we’re both stiff as a board by the time we hit Melbourne.
She signed on for an adventure :laugh: :laugh: :huh: