When the time came to fly back to Brisbane, and resume our
motorcycle ride around Australia, we had developed a taste for our reclining
lounge chairs and the big TV; we didn’t feel ready for life on the road again.
Fortunately there is something about airport lounges that can flick switches in
the brain and as soon as I saw our flight number on the monitor I started to
remember the wonder of travel. By the time we touched down in Brisbane I was
feeling a little excited about being reunited with Devil again.
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| Devil and Dwarf wait patiently at Eagle Farm. |
The storage facility, Storage King at Eagle Farm,
lived up to our expectations. When we opened the roller door, there they were,
Devil (F650GS Twin) and Dwarf (R1200GS), just as we had left them. The bikes
seemed pleased to see us and they both started with the first push of the
button. By now it was 3pm and we proceeded well through the thickening city traffic
until Steve decided to dart into the inside lane which was for left turners
only. This little sojourn separated the bikes and it took two goes, with Steve
waiting for me and then me waiting for Steve until we rode together again. A
GPS and bike to bike communications would help avoid situations like this but
we like to keep it simple. After this episode I noticed a little frustration
creeping into my riding style and we were lucky that the caravan park was only
fifteen kilometres away.
Unfortunately our allocated tent site was lying six inches
under water and the last thing we felt like doing was heading back to the
office to negotiate moving to higher ground. Still these small things are sent
to try us and by sunset the big tent was up and we were wining and dining at Ghazal, an Indian restaurant which serves
authentic
cuisine at affordable prices. Steve and I
chinked glasses many times and we both said “it’s good to be back.”
