Motorcycle Diary Part 1

Day Zero minus 2:

Flight to Sydney.   Almost 4 hours.  Steve, Gerry and I met Jaimie at the airport and we took a taxi to the Metro Inn Motel in Miranda.  The driver looked rather anxious as we piled our pannier bags into his station wagon.  Checked in to two twin rooms and a cup of tea.   down the road a way we had good meal of fish and chips (or chicken parmesan) at the Bistro in the Miranda Hotel.  Afterwards, a walk around the block, back to the motel for a cup of tea and an early night.  I did not sleep all that well, but I rarely do the first nights away.  Jamie gave me my new  µ TOUGH camera. I was so pleased that he had managed to find one.

From the balcony of our third floor room the sky was all city loom on cloud.  A strange ruddy glow.  If, for a moment the clouds parted and the sky cleared, only the brightest of the stars were visible. A far cry from the luminous Katanning skies I have been used to lately.

Day zero minus one: (Click for photos taken with the new camera)

We walked down the road to a place we spotted the evening before when on our post-prandial walk.  There we had the biggest ever $8.80 cooked breakfast.  None of us could finish it: Bacon, sausage, eggs, tomato, chips and toast.   HUGE.  Then to the station and 2 trains from Miranda to Clyde.  A walk to Auburn to shop at MCAS for bike stuff, I bought boots and leggings.  Walk back to Clyde and another train to Parramata.  Another walk to Ferry Wharf where we caught a ferry to Circular Quay.  There we had a quick drink and a look round, then rode 2 more trains back to Miranda.  A bit of supermarket shopping and later an evening meal at the same bistro as last night.  This time I had steak. A blue ribeye with mash and veges that was very very good.   Can’t keep eating like this.

The bikes will be delivered tomorrow. I am full of anticipation.

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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