5. D U and
great 3:1 win by our Adelaide United football team in their first A-League game for the
13/14 season was followed by another almost-win.
Unfortunately, in Round 2, in the final minutes of the match, the opposition was able to equalize
to end the game 2:2. What followed during the three weeks since, a series of narrow losses,
does not spell disaster, yet. There is plenty of time for a come-back.
writing this chapter I attended my first A-League home-game for the
season. The date was 9.11.13. It would take some match-fixing skill to
produce a final score, which could in any way reflect this date. (The
AFL, Australian Rules Football League, may produce a 91 :113 result?)
(But AFL is not even
played with a round ball. Half the time the ball is played with
hands. Maybe, the A-League should change its
name to FDR FL (Fair Dinkum Real Football League?)
Still, at Hindmarsh, now called Coopers Stadium,
on the evening before this writing, there was a number, which
engaged my brain cells. During the second half, normally, the
attendance figure is shown on the big screen and announced over the loudspeakers.
On November 9 it was
to an interesting discovery the next morning.
(Hey, isn't this
strange? The following photos and incident took place ten hours
before this writing. Just now, as I write it all, it came to me how
the date also (the 9th) fits in perfectly!
Taking an early morning walk
around our neighbourhood, without thinking, two parked vehicles
grabbed my attention. Not sure if it was the black Toyota or the blue
Holden next to it, which first made me think: Hey, aren't these numbers similar to
the attendance at Hindmarsh last night? Take a look:
10 244 and registration numbers 109 - 244 made sense. But where to put the
9 ...? Of
course, ten hours later, as I pasted this photo, it came. The game was played on
after taking above photo, another registration plate drove into
the same carpark: ...999.
It happened to be the same colour as the VINYL
plate (see previous chapter.)
there was more. >>>
there on the ground lay a junk food box. Somebody the
night before discarded their junk food box in the carpark. I
took these photos on the 10th.
I just noticed the C and X, see ten!
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Trying to digest all
these numbers ten leads me to the next thought, which crossed my mind at
the FDR FL match last evening. One of the new sponsors of Adelaide
United for the 2013/14 season is the Northern
Territory Tourist Commission. There were a few raised eyebrows when this
was first announced. Why promote another state, instead of your own, is a fair question?
(As I understand it, SA's Tourist Department could not come to an agreement with the
do I mention this here? The answer is hidden in TEN, take a
in the word TEN are NT. Co-sponsors of Adelaide United in
the 2013/14 season is the Northern Territory Tourist Commission.
No.5 marks Adelaide's star striker No. 7 Jeronimo. Adelaide led
1:0 at half time, but lost 2:1. For the Jets it was their 1st win of the season. It was Adelaide's 3rd loss in a row.
Before we resume our journey to Canberra,
I must write about what took place on the same Sunday, November 10th. It
only occurred to me early on the morning of writing (Remembrance Day
2013), because 10 fits in well with 55. Plus, as I woke some hours before
this writing, the clock showed exactly 1.55 am.
As regular readers know, the number 55 in my code
represents LOVE. I view the consonants LV in Roman numerals = 55. November 10 was Love Sunday.
I noticed this theme in two church services. Firstly, on Channel
Ten at 6.30 am, when Brian Houston spoke on the theme: Relentless Love.
My mind later in the day engaged in the
letter-elimination game: Relentless = Re: NT Love.
The service at our regular church, also was on
the theme of love. At one point, as
the band played a beautiful melody, the lyrics appeared on the big
"Turn Your Eyes upon Jesus, look full in
His wonderful face, and the things on earth will grow strangely
dim, in the light of His glory and grace."
Sitting in the back of the auditorium, in the 7th row, I noticed how the microphone cord hung from the
ceiling. (It had happened before). From my viewing position the cable sliced through the last letters in the words JESUS and
How well SS and IO go together !
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Our Daily Bread, 11. Nov.
- Remembrance Day 2013
Diaries, a young boy writes a wartime diary...
It does sound repetitive, but it really is
peculiar: To be writing extensively about number ten, then later
realizing that on the same day the first line in your bible reading
contains the word ten, I find ... well timed.
Dennis Fisher writes: "At various times we
may experience ...disasters. But these times of trouble do not
last forever. And like Jeremiah, our most sustaining hope is to
reflect upon the faithfulness and provision of our heavenly
I don't always do my bible reading late, but when
incidentals, like the above happen, I'm glad I did.
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my GIANT bicycle all loaded up for the 84 kilometre ride to Gundagai, I
was about to continue my ride from Wagga Wagga, via the Sturt Highway. After a few
kilometres it would join the Hume Highway, the main route between
Adelaide and Melbourne. I knew there would be heavy traffic, including
leaving I had a last minute thought. I asked the manager of the Caravan
Park, if he knew of a quiet back road I could take? The young man, working from his small office, was extremely
helpful. He said there was. He explained not only where to go, but he
printed a Google map for me.
I simply followed the highway, the route I had always taken in the car, I would have
missed a most beautiful, quiet country road. And I would have missed Oura,
the hamlet, where I took the picture at the end of the previous
Riding down a gentle slope,
just before the town of Nangus, a kangaroo hopped beside me, unable to
find its way back into the bush. It was a pretty sight, as the animal
kept pace with me for about 1/2 kilometre. It finally crossed the road
and disappeared into an open field. This 5-feet roo was only one of
many animals I spotted. I recall some snakes, a fox, emus, a tortoise, 3
(dead) wombats, besides all kinds of birds and farm
animals. It was sad to see the large number of dead animals, mostly
kangaroos, but also other wildlife.
The back road to
Gundagai was a pleasure to ride and reasonably easy. Small hills may take
a little more effort, but they make the landscape so much more
interesting. I arrived in Gundagai at around
3.15 PM. There was plenty of time to explore and learn about this town, which I
did after pitching the tent and showering.
the Sturt Highway by-passes the town, many travellers only know Gundagai
for the Dog on the Tuckerbox statue; nine miles from Gundagai,
as the poem goes. But there is so much more to see in the town proper, which I explored and
photographed just before sunset.
Prince Alfred Bridge, built in the 1860s. Once the longest
timber bridge in Australia, nearly a kilometre long.
in 1852 was the place of Australia's worst natural disaster
until that time. The Murrumbidgee River burst its banks. A wall
of water swept helpless victims away. Men, women and children
clung to trees and rooftops until daybreak. Nearly a third of
the population, 98 souls, drowned.
A marker at a river crossing near the tourist office shows the various flood
levels over the years.
As recent as March 2012 major floods occurred in Gundagai
The town, which was always prone to flooding, was eventually moved
to higher ground, up the slopes of Mt. Parnassus.
<<< The only remaining building of the original township is the
Gundagai Mill, built in 1848 by Edward Flood (No misprint, just
<<< Historic Juigong.
Next day I stopped for lunch in
this pretty, little village. There's
little else beside this park, a pub, a church and a road house.
The main street
is flanked by an impressive avenue of popular trees.
Shops in Sheridan
Street, Gundagai. Population around 2000.
Gundagai Mill in Sheridan Lane. The historic
railway bridge can be seen in the background.
Unfortunately, there were no
more quiet back roads after Gundagai. The 104 kilometres to Yass were
the hardest on this trip so far. Fortunately, the weather was
lovely, not hot, nor cold, sunny skies and only light winds. After
another overnight in Yass, it was only another 60 kilometres of
pleasurable riding to my destination, and rendezvous with my wife in
Approaching the outskirts of Canberra I was looking for
the spot, where I had picked up a registration plate (272) in 2008. I
had carried it home as souvenir (Pic. Bk.7,
Ch.18.) I never passed that spot, because I realized
that in 08 I had arrived via the Federal Highway, not the Barton, which
I was riding this time.
Therefore, the number 27 was on my mind that sunny,
warm afternoon (the 9th I just realized). On the opposite side of the
road came a group of cyclists, riding in a line. Of course, I gave a
little wave, as you do. As I did I noticed there were 9 riders. They
were riding in formation, leaving a gap toward the rear. It made me
(The jury is
out, deciding what is greater, my paranoia or my observation
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In 2008 I had cycled
to Canberra, arriving
from Brisbane. Therefore, I found it somewhat ironic that my first stop
in Canberra was a place in Brisbane Ave. I took the time, before meeting
my wife and her mother, to say hello to the cyclist I had met in 2012 in
Southern Germany (Bk.11, 23.) At the time I had promised: "I
will see you sometime in Canberra". His office happened to be
at 2-4 Brisbane Ave. We had a great chat about things; cycling mostly. I
could have spent hours hearing his stories, but had to say good-bye
after an hour or so.
Our apartment for the four nights in the ACT (Australian
Capitol Territory) was not far away in the suburb of Forrest.
May I just digress here, since I am writing about a
suburb in Canberra. My mind is occupied with the name of another
Canberra suburb and what I saw on Nov. 10th, the day before this
I was driving south on Adelaide's Hampstead Road. On ABC Radio
891 I heard a popular Sunday morning presenter speak of Watson, a
suburb of Canberra.
This made me turn up the volume. You see, my next turn was to be Watson
Ave, about two or three kilometres further south on Hampstead Road.
I learned that the Canberra suburb of Watson was
named after Australia's first Labor Prime Minister. What I heard
next sounded like..."Watson is in-filled with...?"
The way I heard in-filled sounded like Enfield. The Watson Avenue I was
about to turn into was at Enfield, right by the Enfield Baptist
Church, the place written about in my early books.(...Our God
I am not telling a lie. Rather, digesting later
what I had heard on Radio that morning, I came up with LIE, playing
with the two words IN-FILLED AND ENFIELD*, eliminating
(Using the same system take MARJORIE and MAHJONG, the result is HEGIN, the words
STATES / SITES become
T AI, etc etc.)
*I just saw both words end in LE &
D. That makes sense (see previous chapter.)
Why am I bothered, playing games?
morning, seconds before turning into Watson Ave, I had to slow my
vehicle. A car crash had occurred on Hampstead Road, on the corner
of Branson Ave. From news reports I learned, at least one
person had died. But take a look at the photograph published online:
was still there, when I passed the crash scene 3 hours
later. The Ford had gone. I did not see it.
Nov. 10th, 2013, Hampstead Rd /Cr.Branson Av.
AM. (Another report gave 5.45am)
did the wrecked, red Ford get into this position?
vehicle had travelled toward the camera, yet the car body is
wrapped around the tree!)
It must have been a
high-speed crash. The chassis of the red Ford
is wrapped around the tree, on the footpath side, and is facing north!
How can this be?
officer in a press conference (*You Tube) explained that the
white taxi was travelling north as it was hit by the Ford,
which had moved onto the wrong side of the road, travelling south. It then hit the tree.
How could the
Ford, I ask,
be travelling south at high speed, then end up wrapped around
the tree on the far side, between footpath and the road? Above
photo just does not make sense at all.
mind goes back to the KRRC, the Kapunda Road Royal Commission,
where I asked questions concerning the crash investigation in the
alleged hit-run by a prominent legal identity in Adelaide.
questions in this case are also left answered. One comes to
mind: How could a key-witness testify that they saw a vehicle
drive at 130 km/h, swerving all over the road? Impossible! No one else questioned
this. (There were many doubts in my mind. (See Bk.5 Ch.19.)
how about that: In that chapter (5/19), I just noticed, the
same two football teams, Adelaide United and the Newcastle
Jets played ... all works together ... for good ... Adelaide
had won - 1:0.
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I arrived at our apartment in Canberra just ahead of Isobel and
her mother. They had flown in and taken a taxi. My creative planning had
worked. As a bonus, by chance or perhaps inspiration, we were only 700 metres from the only people we
knew in Canberra. They had been our friends since our Tasmanian days. It all worked out
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and her mother Agnes, Canberra Floriade 2013. >>>
It was hot and windy the day
we visited this annual flower display, described on their
website as the largest in the southern hemisphere.
It was held at Commonwealth
Park beside Lake Burley Griffin, named after the American-born
designer of Canberra.
Salvos were well
represented ...in the gnome garden.
15 in total, 4 blue hats (officers) 11 red hats (soldiers.)
the political scene, on the day we arrived in Canberra, an
important ballot took place. All members of the Labor Party Caucus,
MPs in the Parliament, met to vote for a new leader, after Kevin
Rudd resigned, having lost the election and prime
the same day, October 9th, when we arrived in Canberra, was the day
the Labor Party Caucus (MPs in Parliament) voted as to who
should be their leader.
why on that day members of the Opposition met at Parliament
My wife and mother in-law, about to enter Parliament
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Our friends in Canberra had always been easy
going; their attitude a positive can do. They had a spare
vehicle in their driveway, which they had not used in a while. The
only problem was a flat battery. Without even having asked, for the
next three days we were driving a classic (please don't call it
old) 1989 Mercedes 250
Diesel. Apart from the battery's reluctance to fire up the engine
(it always did, after calling the heavenly emergency number
the old, sorry the classic Merc was very comfortable to drive.
first outing in the Merc was to Cockington Green Gardens, a
miniature village 15 kilometres from Canberra on the Barton
Highway. It would have been worthwhile, just to visit the place
for their magnificent gardens. Walking among the painstakingly
replicated mansions, bridges, castles, model railway etc etc,
one had to marvel at the creative energy behind it.
<<< There even is a football ground
with a match in progress. It includes a grandstand, packed with
1000 spectators, plus the first ever streaker, escorted off the
field by police.
(The event in 1979 had made world news).
to Canberra must include a tour of the Embassy district, not far
from Parliament House.
Pictured here is the impressive white mansion of the South
It's right opposite the US Embassy, which takes up a complete
block. Americans like things BIG...!
There was one more thing wrong with the Merc, the
As mentioned, our apartment was located in the rather
posh suburb of Forrest, in the same street as the Lodge, the Prime
Minister's official residence. Only a few streets away was the
neighbouring suburb of Manuka. We did our shopping there. I remembered
this place from my trip five years earlier. I had written a long
letter to the Attorney-General, while sipping a coffee at McDonalds.
How naive was I to think it would make a difference?
On Saturday (12.10.13) an event was held in Manuka
as part of Canberra's 100 year celebration. We got there at about
10.30 AM and had just missed the speech by the Chief Minister of the
ACT. I learned this from the program that was handed out. In it was
something I did not miss - two spelling errors, two missing ts.
(Spelling errors tease me. Take a look:
From the diary:
Celebrates: At the end of the day's program two events were
listed: From 7.30pm-8.00pm. Sarina Del Fuego (firetwirling) in
fron of stage.
8.00pm-9.00pm Sistema Criolina (Brazil) performance in
we forge t
the display of vintage cars were four fire engines. I noted the
make: Dennis. The vintage vehicle behind these five firemen
being photographed is registration number 057.
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Four days is not enough when visiting Canberra; so
many attractions and museums we did not see. But one we did go and
look at, the Portrait Gallery. It is situated right next to the impressive looking High Court
building with its huge facade. I could not help thinking: If only the
size of this building would reflect the justice brought forth...! Much
like churches, really. God is not impressed with the outside at all.
Another thought brewed in the back of my mind, as we
looked at the many faces, familiar and otherwise, starring at back at
us from the the walls inside the gallery: Was not this place opened at
the time I had cycled into Canberra in 2008? It was.
I just searched 'portrait
gallery' on my website, and voila - Book 7, Chapter 18 tells the
story. The Portrait Gallery was opened at the time of my
previous Canberra visit, on Dec. 4th 2008.
And how amazing is this? After having written
here earlier about the letters NT, the first line in Bk.7, 18
includes the word amazemeNT.
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Digressing briefly, I had written about Rolf
Harris in that chapter. He had opened this gallery in 2008. Since
then, as we know, he's been accused of serious sexual abuse, some
dating back many years.
May I just make one statement: If all cases in the
last 50 years, where a man put his hand up a woman's skirt, were
to go to court, judges and lawyers around the world would be so
busy, they would take 100 years to deal with it and find no time
for any other crimes.
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Before continuing our journey, a strange
discovery in print:
the opinion page (25) of our free local paper a female
writer declares war on being a bore. On the occasion of
Adelaide's annual Christmas parade (Pageant) she writes that even
as adults, we should do fun things, colour our world, play
like children ... Her final comment:
say youth is wasted on the young, but let's make sure
youth isn't lost in getting old."
Next, a strange
way of signing off: Monique Bowley is a radio producer and
former elite basketballer who went on a reality baking
show and didn't cry or use the word journey once. Follow
I agree with Monique, we
should never lose the ability to enjoy child-like fun in
old age. But what's wrong with the word journey and having
a good cry when you are touched by a story or a piece of
music, such as the one, which is coming out of the
speakers of my P/C, as I write:
because you were forsaken, I'm accepted, you were
condemned ... Amazing love, how can it be that you my king
shouldst die for me ...?"
Follow her, if you wish.
Better still, follow HIM.
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After Canberra my two ladies travelled on the Greyhound
bus to Sydney. My journey continued by bicycle. It was a sunny, but
cool morning as I pedalled south-east on the the Kings Highway* (B 52)
down to the coast.
*What amazing timing: I just found that
exactly one year ago I had also been writing about cycling along
Kingshighway, in Cape
Giradeaux, Missouri / USA (Book 11, Ch. 6.).
Anybody thinking that cycling from Canberra, elevation of 580
m, to sea level is all downhill and easy, is wrong. It was hard.
Yes, there were easy downhill sections. But, like so many things in life, the difficult patches seem to
take forever, while the fun is over in a flash.
That day, leaving Canberra on
Monday 14th October, riding via
Bungedore, Braidwood to Nelligen was not only one of the longest
km), it was also the first time I got caught in the rain. I saw
dark clouds gathering in the distance with about 15 kilometers to ride
to Batemans Bay. It started raining. I put on my raingear and
continued riding. The temperature dropped dramatically, too. What
fortune, when after another two kilometres or so I saw an unexpected,
but very welcome, blue sign: Caravan Park 300 m.
Malua Bay, October 14th, 2013
there was only little damage to property.
Little did I know only a few kilometers south, the dark
clouds were those of a freak, once in a generation,
hailstorm. It transformed the costal village of Malua Bay
into a winter wonderland. It was reported, the small hail
was still on the ground the next morning. I was glad to have
escaped the worst of this weather front. Camping on ice, not
the Kings Highway, New South Wales
caravan park at Nelligen was a BIG 4. Had it not been raining I may have pushed on to
Batemans Bay, a much larger town on the coast. As
expected, my record-high fee for camping was broken that day
($ 38). To add to my surprise, after having already,
reluctantly, paid the money, I was informed that showers take
20 cent pieces - 40 cents for 3 minutes. (The first shower I
tried gobbled up the coins, but spat out a trickle of cold
There was no point of letting
out my disappointment at the young girl at the reception. For
the moment I was happy to be able to put my tent up in a
sheltered spot. The rain soon stopped. Forgetting the
frustration the night before, the next day I woke up to enjoy
the most tranquil scene, a few metres from a beautiful lake,
mist rising from the mirror-like surface.
New South Wales,
On editing I made a rather stunning
observation in the green sign above! (Let me scan, what I just
A blade of grass - with a message:
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Ulladula, NSW >>>
Reaching the coast meant
that I now cycled the Princes Highway, which I had done many
It was lovely and sunny at
Batemans Bay. I could have sat on that bench seat on the
Esplanade all day and enjoyed the view and sunshine. I was so
relaxed, even forgot to take a photo.
Ulladulla was an equally
picturesque harbour town. I found a great caravan park, very
near the town, perfectly placed on a ridge above the
A lightning strike during
the storm the night before had brought down a huge tree.
Leaving Ulladulla I could
not help thinking about the unusual name - D and UALL before
But what a surprise came in
still pondering the name Ulladulla, I cycled through Milton
moments later. I noticed the name of a shop - Bella. (The ...lla
was on purpose.) The registration plate of the sedan, which
passed by, was not. It's a little blurred, but the registration
plate looks like it ends in ...L531 or ...L53N ?
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It was now Wednesday 16th October. I pushed on
north, on the pretty south coast of New South Wales toward Sydney.
Much road construction was going on to improve the Princes Highway.
The hills were getting steeper, my legs more tired, the weather
hotter. At Nowra, one of the larger towns, I paused for a Kebab,
which I consumed at the park near the tourist office.
I crossed the bridge over the Shoalhaven River and
turned to follow the coastal route through the Seven Mile Beach
National Park. It was a most beautiful back road, taking me via
Gerroa, past a magnificently positioned golf course to Gerringong.
So much to see, so little time.
Looking south toward Werri Beach and the town
of Gerringong, where I had come from.
I had to walk up a long, steep hill. Road
works made it too dangerous to ride. Had I not walked I may have
missed this beautiful view.
Soon after joining the Princes Highway again I
experienced one of those coin-incidences. It was not 15 cents this
time, but 25. The location, where I picked up the 20 cent coin, was a
rather spooky place. Here is the story, straight from my diary, and a
Enroute before Bewong I had picked up 5 c in the middle of
nowhere, then 20 c - then seconds later > roadside shrine
coded brain saw C it EL EL - 5 x 20, silly, but there was
nothing, no date of birth or death, nothing !
Roadside shrine >>>
the Princes Highway.
Assuming that somebody
named Chelle died, the fact that no details at all are
given, is unusual.
The circle of stone, as
well as the carefully placed wood chips, looked as if all
had been prepared not long before.
Take away the letters C
and E, the 3rd and 5th in the alphabet, we're left with
HELL. Translated into German, hell means bright.
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final night camping was at Kendalls on the Beach caravan
park, as the name says, it's on the beach in the town of
Kiama. (I recall, visiting this place, over four decades
ago, when Isobel and I first met.)
and most Australians would know the place for its blowhole,
a natural rock formation by the lighthouse. Tourists wait
for gushes of water to shoot through the hole into the
Looking from Kendalls on
the Beach toward the Kiama
It was a great feeling
the next morning to be thinking that I'd be arriving at my final destination
that evening. As in many towns along this pretty coastline, I would
have loved to stay longer in Wollongong. Next to the steel city of
Port Kembla, there is much industry here and that means heavy
traffic. (I had an encounter with a truck, which could have ended in
disaster. Thank God, it was avoided. I learned a lesson that day).
Since the winds were
blowing very strongly from the west, the mountains east of
Wollongong, the hills I had climbed during my 2008 ride, gave me
some shelter, as I pushed steadily north. It was a struggle for much
of that final day; both the weather and the heavy traffic.
In the early afternoon,
glad to have the heavy traffic behind me, I enjoyed the quiet coast
road along the narrow strip between mountain and the sea, from
Thirroul to Stanwell Park.
The weather forecast for
that day, Thursday 17th October 2013 had not sounded at all good:
very hot, high winds, extreme fire danger. In places the wind made
me work hard. At Stanwell Park later in the afternoon, the road
wound its way through bushland to Stanwell Tops. I had to walk this
section, no way would my legs pedal it. I felt a little
apprehensive, having heard of the fire danger.
Sea Cliff Bridge, north of Wollongong, NSW.
(Google Street View)
This part of the coastal
route reminded me of the Great Ocean Road in Victoria. Not
even there does the road go out over the sea!
south, Stanwell Tops in the foreground.
my bike slowly up the road gave me again glimpses back along
the magnificent coast line, where I had cycled from.
I had wondered what the
conditions would be like, once I had reached the top of the ridge.
Luckily, the strong winds came from the southwest. This meant the
wind assisted me greatly, as I push further north on the Old Princes
Highway. As I got closer to the southern suburbs of Sydney, the
skies grew darker. I knew a fire was burning, and not far away. The
Royal National Park, Australia's first, was to my right.
When I arrived in
Sydney, around 5.30pm, a grey haze filled the air. Smoke darkened
the skies. It felt much later than it actually was. I didn't want to
get caught in the dark, riding the busy road to Manly. I decided to
take the ferry. But not before I had asked a bystander to capture
the glory of the moment on my camera:
October 17th, 2013 -
Circular Quay, Sydney. Mission accomplished, after riding
approx. 1750 km from Adelaide to Sydney.
October 17th, 2013
Smoke rises in the west. The news was
not good. A hundred fires were burning in New South Wales.
number of homes were destroyed. Some fires continued to burn
for weeks afterwards.
After returning home, a letter was waiting
for me. There was more bad news, dated October 17, 2013:
ICAC stands for Independent Commissioner
Against Corruption. I had hoped this newly established body
would in some way work toward answering the questions I had
asked again and again.
The final sentence above reads: "No
further action will be taken in respect of your matter and the
file will be closed.
Why the word your? This
is not my matter. I'm just the messenger. Justice is
It sounds like the
30-Million Dollars per year ICAC is already filling up a T H basket.
No, I don't mean too-hard basket. I mean truth-hurts basket.
In the end, burying truth, denying justice, hurts even more.
On the wall above my P/C
is a scripture:
for man comes from the Lord." (Proverbs 29, 26.)
What made me think it would come from Commissioner