You flamin' beauty!
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
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You know when you get one of those sudden surges of adrenaline, one of those intense rushes that has you screaming uncontrollably? Great aren't they? I had one this morning. As soon as I left the sleepy town of Tumut I was straight on the open road heading towards the Snowy Mountains. And what a road. Just being on 'The Snowy Mountains Highway' suggests you're in for a bit of a treat, whether it be a relaxing drive in the mountains with the occasional photo stop, or in my case a full on screamer, which believe me, is a very lively alternative. The road itself is much better than it looks on the map and cuts tantalisingly through the middle of the Kosciuszko National Park, affording you a delightful spread of luxurious panorama to ogle at as you tear through those long sweeping bends at 200k's an hour. Do it. Trust me, you'll squeal like a pig and take it to your tomb.
By noon I'd made it Cabramurra, Australia's highest town. It's a worthwhile detour and gives you a very interesting vantage point over the surrounding area, in particular the strange looking housing estate that seems to collectively stand to attention as if devoting itself in unison to some unknown extra-terrestrial worship. All very odd.
You know those times when you suddenly stand still for a moment, evaluating the situation, and then just sort of tut to yourself in disappointment? Well I had on of those too, just a couple hours ago. Canberra. I actually expected a lot more to be honest, and in many ways I was hoping to prove everyone wrong - hoping that I could come away and say 'Hold on, Canberra's not THAT bad.' But I can't. I tried. I really did. But beyond the excitement of overlooking the city and its surrounds from the top of the Telstra tower, I couldn't really find anything that grabbed me and demanded more attention. Regimental, official, precise and particular - all the things that choke a free spirit. Maybe it was that? Maybe the non-conformist in me just felt a mild twinge of suffocation? Maybe it was the fact that I was told to piss off by the Feds for taking a photograph of Parliament House? Either way I was out of there.
So I'm sitting once again in suburbia, a place called Queanbeyan. With Les. No, really. I've been talking to a few of the locals and from what I gather I'm in a well dodgy area and should be thinking about sleeping with one eye open. Even if I am staying at the Royal Hotel. But don't be misled. The Royal Hotel isn't as swish as its name suggests. I got a room for $20 and they even waived the $70 key deposit (he wanted to clock-off early and get a beer.) Result!
Oh and I just got off the phone from Sir Charles. He called for a yarn and to see what I'm up to these days. So I told him. Course now he's all excited and wants to bunk off work and join me for some more action. Good lad. He said he'll be on the phone again in a day or two. I don't doubt he'll sort it. For now I'll just keep rolling. Tomorrow I'll be heading to the Blue Mountains, the back way. Depends on how much of it is unsealed, but I should make good time from here. Shame about Canberra..
Where I stayed
The Royal Hotel