Cold Marlo

Saturday was a cold night in Marlo. I shared a cabin with a mosquito which was clearly planning a stealth attack after I went to sleep.  Fortunately, I had turned the heater off before going to bed. As the temperature in the cabin plummeted to zero, and possibly below, the mozzie died of cold and 'crossed over' in the early hours of the morning. 

Around 8am, after a cold short ride along the eastern bank of the Snowy River to Orbost with the temperature fluctuating between 1 & 3 degrees C we were welcomed by Tom and Joc(elyn) into their dining room, with the wood fire blazing.  The table was set for a breakfast feast being prepared in a kitchen which was every inch a classic country kitchen.

Many thanks for a magnificent breakfast Tom and Joc.
It set us up very well for the 450kms which followed.




After breakfast Mike turned right on the Princes Highway as Brendan and I turned left.  Sorry you had to go back to work Mike. 

Motorcyclists in search of straight roads would be disappointed by east Gippsland.

Brendan and I soldiered on through 3-4 hours of roads like this.





Then on through Eden

to Bendalong,

arriving as the sunset over the hills to the west of a secluded valley. 

We had company as we breakfasted on the verandah this morning.

The planned day of riding 500kms north was traded in for a Cook's tour of Bendalong (thanks Susi and Peter), a 56 km ride to Nowra (thanks for the pancakes with jam and cream Angus), and an overnight stop in Nowra (thanks for the curry Navid).  George gave us some blues, a bit of slide guitar, some banjo and 6 string - it was like meeting Xavier Rudd before anyone had heard of him.  You are a musician George.  Brendan turned left at Nowra and headed for home today.  Looking forward to a longer ride soon Brendan.

In the last two days I have caught up with some old friends, and met a new friend. This is Lily.