I left Brisbane early this morning with Rob A accompanying me on his ex-police Honda motorbike. We cruised around the hills to the north west of Brisbane for 200kms or so, before parting ways at Nambour. Plenty of time for a few coffees and a lot of curves.
The distinctive profile of the Glasshouse Mountains under a gloomy layer of strato-cumulus.
In the township of Maleny (in the hills behind the hinterland of the Sunshine Coast) we spotted a solution to luggage space for the serious tourer.
A detail of this bike suggests that my BMW is possibly over-maintained.
A necessarily brief (I arrived late afternoon and had 140kms to go before sunset) but delicious afternoon tea was had at Bargara. Thanks Jill.
Living on the coast of Queensland isn't all ocean panoramas, palm trees and exotic tropical plants, but this bit was.
2 comments:
John.
Your great pictures and wonderful descriptions are making me homesick for the natural beauty of what is Australia. The puffy clouds, the greenery, the verdant colours that permeate every photo you post...
Its such a shame that so many Australians take their country for granted and dont enjoy the simple things that nature has to offer.
Australians lack the passion that should be essentially to enjoy the wonders of our country, each other and the joys the climate and the bush can bring to us.....
I suspect you are realising that there is a natural beauty and serenity out there that you are experiencing whilst cruising along on your bike with the wind flowing past your head with all of your senses soaking it up.
Keep the commentary up.....whilst Linda is away and I am enduring 45 temperatures plus high humidity, I look forward to the end of each day reading of your latest adventures.
From the land of sand!!!
Griggsy
Langers, Unfamiliarity with these bloggy things and some disturbing computer problems has me now making a third attempt to rehash the original [and still the best!]unsuccessful attempt to contribute.Yes I do mean one original try and two re-hashes are circulating for eternity in the virtual desert air. Ahem.....I sally forth yet again and only slightly daunted:
"Langers old sport sounds like you're having a spiffing good time negotiating all those gorgeous curves and doing a spot of driving on that scooter of yours as well.Just a jolly jape.
On a more serious note I must say these descriptions of man and machine melding into a metaphysical oneness with the timeless landscape.....well its all a bit too zenny for me so try to keep that in check there's a good chap.
I am of course moved to ask whether my emergency kit has been of use.Any Helgas or Helmuts[cf Helmets]crossed your trail to impress with your Umgangssprache? Hopefully the first aid kit is still intact but what of those wrist supports to ward off nasty repetitive strain injuries from relentless throttling?
The Melbourne Bar is not to die for though it has accounted for the mortality of many.
Melbourne is still as cold as a mother-in-law's kiss.Virtual Katharina says "Gruss Gott" whatever that may mean.
Hang on to the handlebars whenever in motion,
Cheerio,
Crofters.
Do others get to read this nonsense?
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