BFLB (Re)-United

Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
Trip End Ongoing

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

Taking a cab from Adelaide over to Richmond was the only sensible option and I reckon my fingers must've been crossed the whole time. After the shit I'd gone through in Fremantle, another balls-up was the last thing I needed. All I really wanted (needed) was for the bike to be there, in Richmond, on time and in one piece. To my immense relief it was. Good on yer Bill!

I still had to go through a whole headache of bullshit from the company foreman who didn't have the first clue about motorbike handling, people handling or the slightest idea that he was in fact just a sorry jobsworth prick. The way he spoke to his staff and the way he tried to make me out to be an inconvenience to the whole operation was proof that he was just a simple imbecile. I can't believe I used to work with idiots like this. I helped the storeman break down the pallet and found the bike moulded nicely into a steel skid, expertly built and tightly secure. Obviously, these boys are just 'end of the line handlers' as they had huge pallets of beans, rice and all sorts of things going through the yard. This is what the problem was. Once we'd lifted her out of the crate old jobsworth came over hissing and spitting at the fact that they'd be left with another steel skid that would end up taking space. Not that it was anything to do with me, so I went outside and started saddling up my gear, leaving him blowing hot air over everyone. Then he decided that it was my fault, my 'personal property' and started chirping, saying that I should take it with me. Like I could possibly 'take it with me'. I told him if he could lend me one of his disposable trailers and fit me a towbar then sure, I'd take it away. Dickhead. Then I asked him if he was born an arsehole or was just being a dick for the sake of it. The storeman ended up changing the subject and helped me get everything unpacked as jobsworth waddled back in to his office.

Stopping off in Naracoorte en-route to Melbourne was all part of the plan. Not only is this neat little country town famed for winning the highly acclaimed title of 'best-kept town' year after year, it's also home to a bewildering amount of caves listed under the World Heritage wing. If caves happen to float your boat check out the Naracoorte Caves World Heritage Area for more info. While tidy towns and stunning cave systems are all highly impressive, my main reason for stopping off in Naracoorte was to catch up with my old buddy Greg. He grew up here see, and always spoke highly of the place during our time in Kal. It just so happens that he was back down here to spend Christmas (and his birthday) with his dear old mum just as I was passing through, an opportunity that couldn't be missed.

As well as being a being a big fella he's also from a big family and I got to meet a whole load of them on the big birthday night, incuding Uncle Steve whom I talked with at length about all sorts of random topics, including the most effective way to sneak Filipinos into the country. Real interesting bloke and a top night all in all, even Greg managed to go the distance which was a breakthrough in itself.

Today we did the cave thing. As impressive as this all was the cool temperature and lack of flies down there provided the main highlight. It was hotter today in Naracoorte than it ever was in Kal, with an overpowering humidity that had us panting like dogs, and so descending down into the dark was like diving into a cool lake, our attention drifting right off the main spectacle.

By Friday I should be back in Melbourne. There's a load of thunderstorm warnings floating around at the moment and I've been receiving a few concerned phone calls. It seems that the main risk area is between here and Melbourne so it looks like I'll be tightening my helmet straps at some point. Next stop is the Grampians National Park, a spectacular spread of wilderness so they say. I guess we'll see..

(Note:- As much as the guy storing my bike was a total tool, he wasn't part of the setup, just some idiot I had to suffer before getting my bike out of there. Big thanks to Bill at 'Motorbike Transport' for getting my baby to me safely and securely from the Perth end..)
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