Week 1 Day 1 – Bike has been cleaned and packed. Next clothes and drink bottles and shoes and helmet and. . .. .   so much stuff, so little space. But it did all fit and off to the airport in Palm Nth. William met me at home and we were on our way. Nerves had kicked in early in the morning.  What the …. was I doing?  I had done the training but I was always riding on roads that I knew or at least what the towns around me looked like and how the roads all linked together. I knew what the traffic is like in NZ.

At the airport – Bags checked through to Perth. Waiting upstairs in the glorious Manawatu sunshine. And a few of the girls, Averil, Christine and Possum showed up to see me off – much appreciated. Or perhaps they were there to make sure I didn’t chicken out. But as I went out the door (yes out the other door ) my nerves were forgotten about. Until I sat down and we waited and waited and waited. Passengers being driven from Masterton to Palmy were the cause of the delay. And I would get to Auckland on time but only just.

So on to the next plane and we were off. Can’t tell you what the movies were. It might turn up in one of the questions for quiz evening but I did watch an interesting doco on Mark Cavendish. I did let out an exclamation when the terrible crash at the end of a stage took him out.

Where to start?????

I suppose it should be how this idea just popped in to my head.

It was New years eve – and as you do on New Years eve you start thinking about New Years resolutions and goals for the forthcoming year.

I had no goals or not then. Murray (husband) suggested that I should go to WA with him this year for a visit and then we could go on holiday afterwards together as we didn’t have a holiday in 2012.

“Where would we go?”

“Well it has been 10 years since last  visit to  Simon (good friend and groomsman at our wedding) for his 50th birthday in 2003 in Adelaide. Why not get a campervan and drive from WA across to Adelaide and see Simon and celebrate his 60th with him.”

Now that got the rusty old cogs of my brain thinking and before I realised what I was about to say I suggested that I would bike across.

How far is that? Could it be done?