I arrived at Tamaras place in Port Macquarie. I met her in New Zealand about a year ago. We kept in touch over the year and she said that I definetly have to come to Port and see her. We kept in touch and she said that I should come over the summer holidays when she´s off uni so we can go exploring and she invited me to spend Christmas with her and her family what I found quite sweet. So I arrived in Port a week before Christmas and thought to spend january there going exploring and spend time on the beach and see what´s happening. So far so good. But I forgot how cute she was. She is a nice mix between “such a sweetheart” and “bad-ass chick”. She didn´t seem not being interested, either. We went for a few short hikes and drives around since she had to work. But the time we spent was great. She showed me around town and we went to some places she hasn´t been either. It seemed something could turn out – until a day before we left for Christmas when she told me that she actually has a boyfriend. But why invite me for Christmas? And why tell me now and not months ago? She didn´t know and she said she kind of wants to know where that would be going but kind of not.
I thought about packing my stuff and going bush but since she said she kind of wants to see I thought “that´s enough, worth a try and at least no regrets” Over Christmas we went down to Kiama and Wollongong. She was a little flirtyer over Christmas and said things like “I think my dad likes you, he´s usually pretty moody and I haven´t seen him like that in a while, everyone likes you” So we were going the right direction here…
I always find it little weired Christmas in the warm weather. But not bad. I was joking around that I want some snow. So Tamara took me to Jervice Bay, a white sandy beach. As close as it can get to snow. So sweet of her. After I had a little doubt how Christmas would turn out I was actually pretty happy and really happy that Tamara invited me to spend the holidays with her family. Did I mention that she broke up with her boyfriend on Xmas eve? Still going the right way.
Her auntie was proud to tell me she has a postie bike and I said “well that´s cool, brings you through town and from A to B.” Well, the postie bike turned out to be a Ducati X Diavel. Thanks to Tamara and her family I had a great Xmas.
Until we came back to Port. We had a long good talk and it turned out that she doesn´t want anything with anyone what so ever at the moment. That made me a little sad. Well, little bit more then little. I started feeling lost and lonely. But I did understand it. Even though I talked to my family at Xmas and thought “would be nice to be there now” I was not homesick or something. But a day after Xmas and the talk with Tamara a letter from my little brother arrived and that kind of pulled the trigger. Plus my mom sent some pictures from their Xmas at home with the whole family and I started drifting into homesickness plus feeling lost and lonely. I really could have needed some friend and family around me. Things with Tamara were little awkward and since I didn´t tell here that I´m homesick the poor girl thought my sadness and moode was all cause of her. Well she was part of it but by far not all. Didn´t wanna spend january ther anymore, even though I really enjoyed spending time with Tamara. Am I mad at her? Not at all. Am I sad about how things turned out? Shit yeah.
I texted Mike from Sydney what he was up to over New Years cause I had to get out of there. He said “sure, lets meet up, go for a ride and spend new years at Wollombi with some friends of mine” Cool, not alone over new years. So I met up with Mike a day before new years. We were riding for about an hour through the bush. I was front, came over a bump and around a corner and thought “shit! that´s waaay to fast for him” and I couln´t see him anymore. So I turned around and there he was, crashed the bike. Having said that, he started riding motorbikes in march. Poor guy. His knee looked pretty nasty and dirty. So we decided to go to the hospital. Riding slow and steady, just get there. In the hospital he was told that he needs surgery to get all the dirt out and seems like he has an internal injury in his knee as well. So I called his friends in Newcastle, Amy and Steve. Without hasitating Amy said right away “ok, we´re on our way”. So we drove to the next big hospital and started waiting for hours and hours. Mike sent Amy and me home. He was waiting for 10 hours and had a few hours surgery. Poor guy. So we screwed our new years eve plans and spend it together at Amy´s. A cruisy one and not was either of us expected but at least none of us was alone. Great people and new friends.
On new years we drove Mike back to Sydney and spent a while at the beach. Then we went back to Newcastle. I was still lost, no idea what to do or where to go. Didn´t feel like travelling, didn´t feel like working. The girl was spooking around in my head as well. I went for a great ride with Amy. She participated in the 2016 GS Trophy and is a BMW off-road instructor, so she can ride… It was a good ride. Sometimes felt sorry for my bike, but I couln´t let Amy get away from me. When we were back at her place and we were talking with Steve, she said “I´ve never seen anyone ride that hard on an old GS like he does”. Well, if that wasn´t a compliment.
A day later we went for a cruise around town and were playing with the bikes.
Amy and I went for a little camping trip. The Plan was to go down to the Royal natinal park, do a hike and then a little loop and go our ways. Well, plans. Plans never work out. North of Sydney was a bike crash so we helped out. Then to get my clutch cable was a major time thing as well. So we ended up at Mikes at the norther Sydney beaches. Good to have friends everywhere. As always a great time with breakfast at a café on the beach. Life could be sooo much worse. We went over the Harbor Bridge, through Sydney down to the NP to realize that it was just nuts. So many people. Amy had the great idea (again an other one) to go for a hike in a gorge that was about 2hrs away. So we rode up there, pitched the tents and went into the gorge. Absolutely stunning. A steep canyon with giant rock boulders where we had to pick our way through. It took us 3 hours to do about 4km of hiking. Was a good one. The night in the tent was way to hot to sleep. And the way back to the coast was worse, 46°C…again.
The NP had a little less people now. But campsites were full. Amy still found us a place on a site that was booked by two germans in a campervan. Their english wasn´t so good but one of Amy and me luckyly spoke some german (hahaha). We went for the other hike to the figure 8 pool. Was a nice hike and less people then expected.
I had some amazing days with Amy in Newcastle and the little camping trip. That made me happy again and less lost. But still didn´t quite know what I wanna do with myself. Riding helps…
I went down the coast and realized that this was exactly the way we came down for Xmas. The whole day it went “Tamaras grandpa lives up this road, grandma down that one, auntie here and we went up there to the lookout, took this road to Jarvice bay and so on” Was not very pleasent. Then I went up the back roads, up into the mountains. Nice ride. I wanted to see a cave. Stopped and thought “pitch up my tent now and then go caving or first go caving and then pitch up camp? My gear was wet from this sweaty weather so I had a look up, sun and some clouds. So I went caving first. crawled around and heard a “crack” yup, phone was smashed, bend. I left some stuff at the entrance and went through the water into the back of the cave. Absolutely amazing thing to do. Great experiance and all alone in the dark cave. When I came back out half an hour later it as raining. My gear was already wet. Then I thought “ok, lets pitch up camp really quick and as soon as i rolled out my tent it started pooring down with rain and then hail. The thunderstorm was right above me. Everything was wet. Used my cloths to wipe up the water in the tent that came in while i was pitching it up. Then I was sitting in my tent, wet, hungry, couldn´t get to my food cause of the storm and a smashed phone. I was sitting there, smiling. That´s why it´s called adventure…
I went to Cooma, bought a cheap phone and on to Jyndabine, down the amazing Barry Way and up the Great Alpine Road. On the way I went down the mountain, hit the back brake, nothing, hit it again, still nothing. Feels like shit going down a mountain towards a corner and still getting faster. I pushed the bike down around the corner, pulled over and saw that my brake line in the back had a hole. By hitting the back brake so ofter the flud was all over the tire. So I put tape around the brakeline, cleaned up the tire and went slowly down and ended up at Miles, former BMW marketing manager and awesome guy. Was great talking to him about bikestuff and things around motorcycling.
He set me up with a bikeshop in Melbourne that would sneak me in to get a new brake line. Didn´t have the place, nor the apropriate tools and riding without half your brakes is not very safe. So I just had it done instead of doing it myself. They unfortunetly found some more stuff I have to take care off pretty soon. Poor old bike, but hey 220 000km, 180 000km going through all kinds of conditions. What do you expect?!