Monster day of riding. Started off with a scenic ride to work with Greg who took us past a few of the Newcastle beaches, unfortunately they involved going up (and down) a few decent hills.
A bit rude for first thing in the morning.
Got some pictures of us in front of the office with the permission of the guards and while we were waiting for Greg to make himself beautiful, who should roll up but John Howarth. John is looking fit and well and still has that booming voice. Great to see him.
Greg, Andrew and Ivan came down and took us to the Embassy Cafe for the $5.00 breakfast deal. They are a good looking bunch as you can see and know good value and a good feed. They really know the classy places to go. Do they ever take their hands out of their pockets?
Headed off about 8:30 am for a good day of riding. Road to Karuah was reasonably flat and we made good time. I think we got there by 11:00 am. Not alot at Karuah. We bought some salad rolls and kept going for another 20 km and had lunch at a roadside stop. Weather was starting to get hot by then.
Travelled on to Bulahdelah, again making good time. Bought some food (and drink) for dinner as we intended camping out and headed off. Soon after Bulahdelah we turned off towards the Myall Lakes intending to find somewhere in the bush to camp after about 20 km. Road was hilly and rough with some of the cars and trucks coming close. Couldn't find anywhere suitable to camp and so kept on going and as we were getting close to Bungwahl (Aboriginal for the sound made when you've had a few bongs) pushed on.
It started to rain just as we got to Bungwahl. There is nothing at Bungwahl, so we took shelter in the Anglican Church while we prayed for the rain to pass.
We were just in the porch, but it was great to get out of the rain. By the time we had got there and done 120 km we were buggered.
As the sign on the door said that they would not be running services, we decided to have dinner in the porch and camp there for the night.
After a good dinner of cup-a-soup, tuna salad, two fruits and some beer (preceeded by grace, of course), Joe decided to sleep in the porch rather than set up the tent in the rain.
Tony was too long for the porch, so set up his tent when there was a break in the rain.
Hit the sack fairly early as we were both so tired. It bucketed down all night with thunder and lightening. A real tropical storm. Joe was pretty dry in the porch apart from the odd buzzing mosquito and Tony was dry in the tent.
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