I am on my way back to Sydney. I'm taking the train and bringing my bike with me. I decided to cough up for first class in hope that I don't get sitting next to me a pimply fifteen year old heavy smoker who has a nasty skin condition involving a lot of peeling skin which he can't leave alone... Shudder
I am glad I didn't have to move the bike and my luggage more than about half a kilometre... As it is, I'm knackered!
Oh we are off (and as I love to say, we are going as well - does off have a meaning of rotting and being stinky issue of oz and nz?).
Ps hope the pic isn't rotated but it is fairly much how I feel as present...