Autobiography            Dieter R. Fischer            Book 9 

THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL   Given your ALL? Now what?  Home    ISBN 0 9577426 9 X    Book 9 / Ch 9   Written/Published 6 - 9.12.2010

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government will be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace."                                                                       (Isaiah 9, 6)

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Much in this chapter surrounds the letter O. In an totally unplanned twist, US show-host queen Oprah is visiting Australia at the time of writing this chapter!


9.   Why O me O ?

According to weather experts the wet, humid conditions in southern parts of our continent were caused by a huge body of water, which a cyclone had dumped into central Australia earlier in the year. As I write our suburb is having the biggest downpour in years. 

The Christmas concert of the Adelaide Liedertafel 1858 was held on Sunday December 5th. It was hot and humid in the chapel of Prince Alfred College on the fringe of Adelaide's CBD. The afternoon brought back memories of my time, when I sang with the German male-voice choir. Good to see these men are still going strong.

A young man sat beside me. He was not German, but his wife was, from Düsseldorf, translated into my special language: Du SS eL DRF + O. I recall a visit to this city on the Rhein, riding my bicycle along the river under a tall tower. My brother lives not very far away near Wuppertal.

Toward the end of the concert it rained steadily. However, since I had packed my GIANT (bicycle) into the back of my Suzuki (motorcar) I did not let the rain stop me using it. I still decided to have some exercise and ride in the direction of the beach, or wherever life was taking me. 

It was only days ago since I had completed my third long-distance ride in as many years. (More later in this chapter). I felt fit. My Giant rocketed down the Anzac Highway and, without stopping this time, through the seaside tourist town of Glenelg. I turned by the historic replica of HMS Buffalo and took the cycle path along the shore to West Beach.

I considered continuing further north along the gulf, but decided to turn right to return to my car via Sir Don Bradman Drive. It led me right past the entrance to Adelaide Airport, near the place, where I had once taken a photo of a vehicle registration plate ...414. This number had crystallized using the letters T & N, similar to TEN (Book 7, Chapter 1). 


At the time in 2008 I felt led, by the Holy Spirit, to this location. The date Feb 20 08 had clicked with me as 2 2 8. 

A few months before this writing I again felt led by the Spirit to take a brief walk, filling in time between two church meetings, in the suburb of Black Forest. (I took a walk in the Black Forest). Suddenly, names hit me. One was a business called Jessie's Corner, the other was called Initial D.

But it was registration plate of a wrecked vehicle - UMR 228. It really grabbed my attention, which made me later return with my camera to take these photos:


Left: Jessie's Corner, Black Forest

Right: Holden Berlina, P-Plates still attached. 

A peculiar fact, besides the registration plate, was how the vehicle was angled in the repair shop's car park. It was facing in a straight line at the business called Initial D. 

Something inside me said: That's 4 You MR D. 

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Had I not chosen to ride via Sir Don Bradman Drive on Sunday Dec. 5th, 2010 I would have missed what I regarded as an amazing TEN co-incident. If there is meaning in it, readers may decide for themselves.

Only a kilometre or so from the airport, near the corner Pearson Street, I noticed a small, shiny cylindrical object on the road. It took a few moments to think as I pedalled on: "This looks like a socket out of a tool set!" 

In a nanosecond I remembered that during my recent big bike ride I had picked up a 10 MM socket. Would it not be strange, I thought, if what I spotted now was also was a socket, possibly a size to match? 

For this reason I went back to check it out. Indeed, it was a socket. Not only the same kind of tool, but also a 10 MM socket, the same size I had picked up exactly one week earlier, on Sunday morning before church in Bright, Victoria. (Details next chapter).


No coin-incident - two cool tools. (KG loves it).

Found exactly one week apart: 2 10mm sockets. 

Left: Bright, Victoria - November 28th, 2010 (details next chapter).

Right: A Stanley, December 5th, Brooklyn Park, Adelaide, South Australia.

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During another November Sunday afternoon (14th), in preparation for my big Victorian bike ride, I was out exercising on my GIANT. With no definite goal in mind I cycled into the city via the O-Bahn bikeway. (Don't you love it - O-Bahn during a chapter about O?) 

Continuing in a southerly direction I decided to visit the grave of a German friend, who had passed away rather suddenly in June, not long after his 80th birthday. I had been to his funeral and would have no trouble finding the grave. 

On entering the cemetery there was a very visual reminder that it was only three days after Remembrance Day; a sea of small flags above the grave stones in the war-grave section of the cemetery. I had never seen that many flags in one place. I dismounted my bicycle and took a close up photo of the nearest grave and flag:


Hundreds of war graves, decorated with as many Australian flags at Centennial Park Cemetery, Pasadena (Adelaide).


Out of curiosity, afterwards, I took a closer look, whose name was on the grave I had photographed. The name on the plague said Derek Prance. Applying my simple A I code this name in an instant turned into Derek Prince. 

A gentleman with this distinguished name is far from dead. He is bringing life to millions around the world, heading a world-wide radio Ministry, spreading God's word via radio and other media.

At the June funeral I had seen a name on the grave beside that of my friend. I had not been mistaken. The name on the grave beside my friend's was - Henman.


Often I come across names, in all kinds of places, which make me think: Am I silly to convert them into my code? Is there meaning in it, or is it all a game people play? Maybe I felt to revisit the above grave to confirm I had not been imagining things? (I took a photo to proof the point). 

The latest surprise name came on TV only a few hours before writing this. A scientist on television, Rolf-Dieter Heuer will spend the next 20 years finding out how the world was created. (That's what I understood, watching only the final few moments of his interview on ABC TV).

I emailed the program asking this question:

"What would it benefit the world, if we really knew how the earth came to being? Would we recreate the big bang and start another world? Can't we leave matters in God's hands and admit - we humans don't know, or have to know, everything?"

I suggested the gentleman devote his time, money and energy in the next 20 years to finding a way of providing clean drinking water for all African children. 


(Back on my bike)

At the junction where Jetty Road (another 'famous' street in my story) and Brighton Roads, Brighton meet the traffic lights, showed red. As I waited and looked up I noticed the words - WHY ME?

The word ME had provided a grand finale in Chapter 7. A cycling trip was on my mind (the one I shall report on in a moment), which would lead me through a place called Omeo. Having also had an amazing O O incident two days after uploading chapter 7, the words WHY ME really captured my attention while waiting at the red traffic light.

A closer look at the Why-me-poster revealed it was an advertisement for a play by the St. Jude Players Inc. They had been playing up, if your pardon the expression, since 1949. (In Why me' a bored housewife and an unemployed neighbour are playing up ...). St. Jude Players present only three plays per year. WHY ME was the final for 2010. 

This is how it had come about that I attended the play WHY ME 4 days later on Nov. 18th, 10. My ticket allocated seat was No. E 1. The very next day we were booked to leave on the journey, which would lead me to Omeo.   


When I drove to Brighton that Thursday night I took Main North Road into the City and turned into Anzac Highway, via West Terrace. On my left on Main North Road I passed the office of Federal MP Ellis. However, it did not click until I turned from Anzac Highway into Brighton Road, that I had just passed the office of another Federal MP - Georganas. 

So what clicked on my way to see Why me? In the previous chapter I had sent emails to 9 Federal MP's regarding sane-sex, sorry same-sex marriage. The letters of 8 recipients, who received a copy of the email, spelled the words BE STRONG.

Only two of these MPs are from South Australia E and G. I passed both their offices that night, November 18th.

Just on editing another thought came: Our local MP, who this email was addressed to, has the inital Z. It all makes sense - BE STRONG ... to the END. 

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On Friday 12/11, following the writing, rewriting, editing and uploading chapter 8, I felt like going out to unwind. But where to? A thought entered my mind: Would Alan Meyer be speaking at Paradise Community Church that Friday night? He had been the speaker on many occasions, since the church moved its Sunday night meeting to Friday. Mr. Google informed me that Alan was indeed the speaker that night.

It was my first visit to Paradise in probably a year. I purposely arrived late to miss the music. It is mainly aimed at young people, who love it because many grew up with it. My taste in music is totally different. It may be regarded by some as out-dated, but I don't need to apologize for preferring a different genre of music.

The fact is - loud rock music does not lift my Spirit to a level, where I feel God's presence in church. When we first attended Paradise church in 1983, one could sense the Holy Spirit lifting your Spirit as you walked through the front doors. Music is a powerful media. Sadly, my generation has been side-lined in many modern churches, when it comes to worship music. 

(If this sounded like a lamentation by a dinosaur, wishing for the good old days, that's just what it was meant to be!) 

It so happened I just had taken my seat in the large, almost full auditorium, when Alan started his talk. He indicated that it was the first time in ten weeks that he had been speaker at Paradise. It made me think: I was meant to be here tonight.

Alan preached from John, Chapter 6. He encouraged listeners to strife to finish well, taking Judas Iscariot as an example of one who walked closely to Jesus, but did not finish well.

The next morning, reading the daily reading in Our Daily Bread (a day late, as I often do), I noticed that the text was also from John Chapter 6. The headline on that day's page was MORE THAN LOAVES.

I took no particular notice until I read the headline the next day: SIGNIFICANT. 

The word significant in my story linked immediately to Alan Meyer, the speaker in Paradise that Friday night. During my darkest days of turmoil around 2000, while we were attending Clovercrest Baptist Church, I had enrolled in Alan Meyer's course 'Search for Significance'. He was teaching a group of men (via video). At the time it was just what I needed, a reminder of God's immense, unconditional love toward men. 

All men want is to feel significant to somebody. Only God can fill this deep yearning for significance. Not money, not fame nor the best effort by No.1 super-woman can take the place, which God wants to occupy in every man's heart ! 

A thought entered my mind: Maybe the heading MORE THAN LOAVES is Significant? I came up with what could become a slogan to display on South Australia's car registration plates. Considering how the phrase - but there's more - comes up frequently in my writing, how about: SA MORE THAN LOVE ?

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In Chapter 7 I mentioned a flyer by the Victorian Department of Transport. It advertises that specialized car registration plates are available for purchase. I had brought the flyer home and  put it in a special place for scanning later. But then I forgot the special place. 

Until on 17.11 I saw it stuck on the wall in my office. How silly I felt. Maybe God shut my eyes so that I would not see it, until the date consisted of 1's and a 7. Here it is:


Found in Melbourne near HAY PL: VIC 4 REAL 

 Over 171 million new custom plate combinations now available.

On 17.11  (171 won) during my prayer time, I suddenly saw a special number in above flyer: 684 or 486 backwards.


That Wednesday Nov. 17th another code came. On Channel Nine TV a report was about superstar CHER (whatever she was up to ...?) On the screen in the background I saw the letters OWE. Adding R I saw a name which at the time was prominent in the media: ROWE, the name of the murdered family in Kapunda (see previous. chapter). 

Jumbled up OWE and CHER made WECHERO.

Hey, how weird is this? I had emailed Channel Nine about CHER and the letter R on that day. At the time I had seen my initials D R F as the 4th, 18th and 6th letter in the alphabet.

4 8 6 won !

Just now, typing this, I see that our VOIP (Computer) phone number ends in 6 4 18. (It starts with 71 2). 

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There were two main reasons for taking the train from Adelaide to Melbourne on Friday morning 19th, Nov.10. Football team Adelaide United played against Melbourne Heart in Round 16 in the A-League. This time my wife agreed to travel with me; also our friends Geoff and his wife.

It was our first major train trip within Australia. The comfortable train is called The Overland. (This name must have been chosen for travellers to realize, their mode of transport was not to be under water in a submarine, nor up in the air, but over land, ha ha.) 

The Overland left Adelaide's Keswick Terminal on time that Friday morning. Much to our good fortune we arrived about 20 minutes early at Spencer Street Station, Melbourne's busy transport hub. 

All worked out in perfect timing. While my wife and our friends walked to our accommodation, just around the corner in King Street, I waited for and assembled my companion (the GIANT, which travelled in a box) in a few minutes. The plan was that after our weekend together I was to embark on my third long-distance bike ride in three year. This was the other reason for the Melbourne journey. 

The All Seasons Kingsgate Hotel in King Street had been recommended to us by my son. Whilst the location was prefect and the service excellent (they even found a locked room for my GIANT) the TV reception in Room 432 was very limited. We could only view Channel 9 and GEM. My friend Geoff's TV was working OK.

As if they'd know I'd be writing this in Book 9, Chapter 9? Unless, Room 432 + 9 = 441?

Geoff and I freshened up, gulped down a quick drink and, dressed in red, we trotted off looking like Adelaide United football supporters. It was a pleasant 1/2 hour walk along Flinders Street, across Federation Square and along the Yarra River to the recently completed AAMI Stadium. We bought our tickets, no queues, no fuss, and entered the main arena right on 8 PM kick-off time. Amazing timing.

To top off a perfect script Adelaide scored after only 6 minutes of play. Robbie Cornthwaites pulled one of his specialties out of the hat - a powerful header to make it 1:Nil. Flores extended the lead to two in the 71st minute. It was Adelaide's first win in 4 years.


AAMI Stadium Melbourne - Melbourne Heart vs Adelaide United 19 Nov. 10

Note the strip of Melbourne Victory - red / white stripes.

I am holding the flag of Adelaide's first ever, now defunct, fan club - The Stand. The headline in the newspaper report about the game the next day was: United we stand.  

Adelaide United won 2:0, the first A-League win in Melbourne in 4 years.

It must have been our presence which made Adelaide win 2:NIL. Firstly, two is the favourite number of my friend Geoff. Secondly, the last time Adelaide had won in Melbourne was in 2006. It was the only other time my wife Isobel had been with me in Melbourne to watch Adelaide United win.

(Suggestion to Adelaide United Management: Dump Michael as No.1 ticket-holder and give it to ... Isobel.)

So far Adelaide United had an extremely good 2010/11 season. One of the main factors is their coach: a cool Dutchman named Rini Coolen.

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Early the next morning I took a cycle around Melbourne; along the Yarra, across St. Kilda Road up to the Shrine of Remembrance. It was a lovely morning, cool but not cold. No guard was on duty that morning. This time I had no message to create on the pavement. I just enjoyed being alive, breathing the fresh Melbourne air and feeling sorry for Melbourne Heart's football fans.

Back in town I checked out if the Salvation Army in Bourke Street would be having a Sunday Night service. Their house Number is No. 69. I remembered how many years ago I had dropped a letter into the place regarding the Peter Liddy case. It all seemed a distant memory now. 

On the surface, it looked like this effort was a failed attempt. But God will have the final say in all things. When it comes to matters pertaining to God we must not judge matters by looking on the surface. God works in mysterious ways. 


Ironically, at the time of this writing the Salvation Army's Chief of Staff had travelled from London to Canberra to deliver an apology to abused children. In a special ceremony, it was reported as a world first by the Army, an official sorry was given to those abused in their institutions during the 1990s. 

One day an official sorry will be given by the media, by the Adelaide legal fraternity and politicians, who failed to recognize, investigate and report the truth about false abuse allegations. There could be hundreds of men lingering in prisons around the world, unfortunate victims used for political or criminal purposes.

Concerning Peter - as indicated I have written to our Governor, who acknowledged receipt of my correspondence. If he does not instigate proceedings to have Peter's case re-examined, there is the legislation by Ann Bressington before Parliament, which would allow criminal convictions to be reviewed, despite the defendant having exhausted all avenues of appeal.

If this were to eventuate, surely Peter's case will be one of the first to be dealt with! 

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That Melbourne morning, and the next, I played my role of serious coin collector. I could not help it. I spotted a 5 cent coin right near 69 Bourke Street. Another coin, this time a 20 cent piece, was at the corner of Queen and Lonsdale Streets. There was only one hitch. It was embedded in the bitumen. I earmarked it for retrieval later. 

The very next morning, it was a Sunday, there was less traffic. I had also been out bike riding and remembered to collect my coin. To my surprise, I nearly missed it, I got a bonus, a double bonus. Right near the embedded 20 cent coin, which I undug with the small screwdriver I carry, I found a 50 cent coin, a nice clean one. 

Not only that - it was a special 50-cent coin. Take a look. You may recognize a word, which featured very prominently during my previous Melbourne trip:


Found corner Lonsdale / Queen Sts. Melbourne -

Australian special 50 cent coin.

World War 1939 - 1945 Remembrance

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Waiting to be served at the Avis Rent-a-car office I was talking to a young couple from Scotland. They were about to travel the Great Ocean Road, so I passed on some local knowledge. I loved their names - Amy and Jamie. 

To my surprise instead of getting the standard, small hire-car we had booked and paid for, I found myself driving away in a bright green, late model Holden Commodore, at no extra charge. I was not used to such luxury and indeed technical sophistication. Picking up my wife and friends I could not open the rear and side door at first. Nobody told me you need to double-click the door-opener! One click opens the driver's door only!

Once aboard our friends and us spent a lovely day around Melbourne. We started by strolling up and down Acland Street, St. Kilda, window shopping, followed by eating take-away lunch under a shady tree in Rosebud, ending with afternoon tea in a popular Cafe in Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsula. 

We drove out to nearby Portsea and took a brief look at Cheviot Beach, where on Dec.17, 1967 Australia's Prime Minister Harold Holt decided to go for a swim, despite being warned of the big surf that day. He disappeared without a trace. Much speculation about his fate has circulated ever since. Did he fake his own death and elope with his mistress? Was he kidnapped by the Chinese in a submarine or was he assassinated by the CIA for wanting to withdraw troops from Vietnam? 

While the rest stayed in the car I took the wooden steps down onto the sand, expecting to find a memorial plague or something. Instead, three dead birds lay in the sand, right there near the bottom of the steps. A high average, I thought.

On the return drive I saw at least two groups of people gathered on the beaches. People were not dressed for a picnic or swimming. They were attending weddings. What romantic setting, as long as the couples don't built their 'house' on sand!

Passing another beach wedding, I noticed the registration plates of three vehicles, parked together - 124, 124, 272. (OK, it's crazy, but by adding them and squeezing in a 0, the numbers could in theory represent 5020).   

In the evening the four tourists from Adelaide visited Williamstown, the historic portside village across the Yarra River. Looking for a place to dine we saw a vacant table in a Restaurant, facing the foreshore. After being seated I learned the name of establishment, and the address where we had seated ourselves in: Attitudes at Nelson Place. Nice name, good address, great food.


An unusual trail of thoughts entered my mind thinking about the name of the Restaurant. On the train from Adelaide to Melbourne I had met a man from Adelaide. We had attended the same church years ago. The gentleman's name was Harold. (Hey, didn't we just talk about another Harold?) 

Applying codes a /e and a /o Harold changes to Herald. Justin Herald, who I had met during my September 10 visit to Melbourne made Millions with ... Attitude.

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Writing this chapter was somewhat delayed. On 7/12/10 Adelaide experienced the wettest December day ever. According to the BOM (Bureau of Meteorology) Adelaide received 70mm of rain between 9am Tuesday and 9am Wednesday.

Other parts of Australia are also having record rainfalls and are struggling with floodwaters. Our God reigns and rains! 

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Our friends decided to spend the Sunday on their own before flying back to Adelaide. My wife and I attended church in the Eastern suburbs, where she met some of the people I had had contact with on previous visits. It was a glorious afternoon, bright sunshine, little wind. We spent the afternoon taking a drive into the beautiful Dandenong Ranges and strolled around the quaint tourist villages of Sassafras and Olinda.

One incident later in the afternoon registered a first-ever in my life. We had parked our hire-car in the same street, where I had found a two-hour space on my previous trip. At the time, parked beside me had been registration No. 444. This time I had parked beside ... 316, but taken little notice until thinking about it later.

After strolling around Southbank and Federation Square, back near our vehicle, a young man approached me, if I could do him a favour. Could he use my mobile telephone to phone a friend. He wanted him to know he was ready to be picked up. Since his phone had no credit left, he asked us passers-by for this favour.

I had never been asked this before and was reluctant to hand over my mobile phone to this stranger. Instead, I suggested I send his friend a text message. 

The requested message was: 'Tosh is waiting". 

My wife stood beside me as I carefully pressed the keypad. She overheard it all. However, how would she have responded, had I revealed what my back-to-front brain later read into it? The name Tosh backward reads Shot ... Shot is waiting?

Hey, a thought just came: Isn't Tosh the abbreviation for McIntosh? Mc and in would match 316 ! Love it, but not Tosh backwards).

On the day of writing it's the 30th anniversary of an infamous shooting: John Lennon died on 8.12.1980. Did you know his middle name was not McIntosh, but Winston?

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My lady Isobel looks down on busy Federation Square. 

On Friday 10/12/12 show-host mega-star Oprah is schedule to appear at Federation Square. Our PM Julia Gillard will meet with her, together with numerous celebrities, like another star with the name Newton (Olivia).

May I suggest to the Priest at St. Pauls Cathedral. Leave the front doors, facing Federation Square, wide open. Who knows, the big O lady may be inspired to enter for a little rest and meditation?

Melbourne is getting trendy. Reporter Peter Mitchell in the Herald Sun wrote on September 14: "OPRAH Winfrey says she's ready to shop 'til she drops in "trendy Melbourne" when she takes her talk show on an Australian tour ..."

This reminds me of an unanswered question I asked myself recently:

 Why did Hilary Clinton during an official visit to Australia not visit Canberra or Sydney? She only visited Melbourne. Don't tell me it was for shopping?

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Finally, on Monday morning 22/11/10 the time had come to get on my bike. Our friends had flown back to Adelaide. My wife was sitting on a bus, enduring, sorry enjoying, 11 hours of ... 

Well, sitting on a bus all day may not sound enjoyable to everyone. Still, she certainly would not have wanted to join me for nine days, pushing a bicycle loaded with tent, sleeping gear and clothing etc. almost 1000 kilometers in extreme heat and freezing cold, over a mountain road, rising to 1821 meters at the highest point!

I only left the Kingsgate Hotel at around 10.45 am. The weather was fine, warm and sunny as I slowly pedalled my way to Port Melbourne and south on the cycle path beside Port Philip Bay. I continued on that track at a very relaxing pace as far south as it would lead. Somewhere south of Mordialloc I turned inland to Cranbourne to pick up the South Gippsland Highway.


Hey, that's remarkable. I just realized the South Gippsland Highway is Route Number M 420. I was just about to write about a 42 /24 incident, which took place at Cranbourne, a town I had visited once before. (Book 3, Chapter 45).

The day before one of the straps to secure my luggage had gotten caught in the spokes and broken during an early morning ride. At the time it was a nuisance and I thought, why would God let this happen? Had it not broken, however, I would not have been buying a new strap at the Cranbourne Store. That's where it happened.

As I was selecting which strap to purchase I noticed that one packet was labelled incorrectly. The label gave the length of the strap as 42". Through the clear plastic I could tell this was incorrect. When I showed the store attendant he agreed. It should have been marked 24". The mistake was not made in the store, but by the Chinese manufacturers.

After my purchase I saw on my ticket that I had been over-charged by $ 1.45. My only other time in Cranbourne was in Chapter 45 (Book 3). The digits 145 and M45 had played a role.


My destination that first day was the Caravan Park on the foreshore near the town of Lang Lang. I had to backtrack slightly, but it was the only facility for camping available. I had a chuckle about the fact - the park had only the barest of facilities, no shop, no camp kitchen, not even a refrigerator. But, what a surprise, there was piped music in the shower/toilet block!

Now there's an idea for a competition - what's the most appropriate song for a toilet block in a caravan park? How about this one, when standing under the shower: "Raindrops keep falling my head ..." or when sitting on the toilet seat and a strong odour fills the air: "I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden?"


Near Lang Lang I stopped to take this photo, which to ardent readers should not need an explanation:

Available near Lang Lang, Vic. -  HAY $ 7

There is more. Under the phone number it reads: CAN DELThis does not mean candles [for sale], but - can deliver.

(Aha - I just saw this: the missing IVER = 4 HE. Very clever!  

(If HAY 7 does not register, see Book 5, Chapter 27). 

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Near Lang Lang I turned off the M 420 to continue on the A 440, taking a brief stop at Loch and Korumburra. Eating my lunch a gentleman started talking to me. He asked, if I was going to take the Great Southern Rail Trail. I had not even heard of that option. I'm glad he told me. The track, built on a disused railway line, turned out to be an experience. The scenery was spectacular. No steep gradients, no traffic, just a quiet lane amidst lush farmland and native forests. 

It was worth riding the extra few kilometres. Following this longer route on the Rail Trail took me through the cute village of Fish Creek. It's southerly location made it the most southerly part of mainland Australia I had ever been to. The weather had become increasingly hot. The gentlemen who told me about the Rail Trail said, he heard on the news that Gippsland was the hottest part of Australia that morning.

Arriving in the late afternoon at a small place called Toora, I changed plans. I decided to stay there overnight, rather than struggling on to Yarrum. The Toora Tourist Park was of a high standard, well equipped and featured even an an indoor heated pool. It was a good decision to stay there. Luckily, I made it to the supermarket before closing. I was their last customer for that day. 


Looking southwest toward Wilson's Promontory, at a high point in the Great Southern Rail Trail, near Foster

   The historic 1906 wooden structure of the Bank of Victoria in Stanley Street, Toora. The small contraption on the roof shows the date 21 Dec 1906.


After a very hot night in my tent I was packed and gone at around 8.30 am. The road turned gradually northeast toward my next stop, a town with a funny 4 letter name - Sale. There were many names along my way. You don't need a Da Ninci brain to register Bennison, only a son called Ben. How about Seaspray on tourist route 96? Loved it.

A place name Giffard West made it into my diary. Not only because it only takes a F / L swap to make it the name of our Prime Minister. The only building at Giffard West was a hall. Attached on the side was a big rain water tank. It was a welcome sight. I needed water urgently.

A few kilometers back, at a place called Woodside, the owner of a business refused my request to refill my water bottle with tank water. He suggested I buy bottled water, which he was selling. Call me a scrooge, but if I were to pay $ 3 for a bottle of water every time I needed a drink on a sweltering hot day, my water bill would be higher than my food bill.

At the hall at Stradbroke I was again looking for water, in vain. I noticed something else. In that remote location a vehicle was parked on its own, registration plate Q..N 042. There was that 42 again, which had occupied my mind ever since Cranbourne. A nearby trailer, parked right on the roadside, had registration NID 305. 

Apart from the heat and lack of water that day I may have eaten the wrong food, and possibly not enough. It was a struggle to reach Sale. En route I did what I can't remember ever doing. I stopped on the side of the road and just rested on the grass. I am sure I dozed off for much of the 45 minutes I was there.

The facilities at Sale  were excellent, a well equipped kitchen and common room. I paid less than at the place without refrigerator. There was only one thing missing; otherwise Sale Caravan Park is perfect: no piped music in the shower / toilet block! 


Riding six hours or more on a bicycle allows for plenty of thinking. Much of the time, depending on reception, I was listening to the radio. While tuned into the broadcast from Parliament House, Canberra, the number 240 came up in a very unusual way that day. Maybe I was dreaming, but the date was November 24.

At one point during the proceedings in the Senate the President called for a vote on a certain issue. (Hey I just see that this took place at 4.02, those digits again!) Tasmanian Green Senator Milne moved a motion regarding Australia's Global Carbon Budget. A division was called for. As I understood Parliament, a division is only called for when the vote is close. 

Senator Christine Milne's vote was defeated 6 to 40! My thinking, cycling brain wondered, why a division was required, when the result was so clear cut. The next moment this came: 6 x 40 = 240

Please note: Checking the transcript in Hansard later the result was documented as 6 to 50. I may have heard incorrectly. 

(Above information from Senate Hansard 24/11/10 Page 59 - PDF page 72).  

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The reason I did not travel the shortest route from Melbourne to Sale, which would have been via the Princes Highway, I had cycled this section before in the mid 1990s. Why not enlarge your cycled network? Another reason was the letter O. (More in next chapter).

Leaving Sale after a really good night's sleep I left the caravan park pedalling east on the Princes Highway. After only a few moments on the road things happened; unplanned, but as real as 50 + 20 = 70! I had spotted a shiny round object, which looked like a 20 cent coin. I turned my bike around to check. It was a 20 cent coin, which lay on the roadway outside the Catholic church.

Barely 300 metres further on, this was truly peculiar, right in my path as I overtook a parked vehicle, lay a 50 cent coin. At the time I did not think of the parallel, how I had also found a 20 and 50 cent coin at the same time.

Still, I sensed something was brewing. The place where I had picked up the 50 cent coin was outside a business called WEIR. I wheeled my bike across the road and took this photo:


Princes Highway SALE, Victoria


To find 20 cent and 50 cent in close proximity, twice within a few days I find weir.d. I picked up a 50 cent coin right beside this vehicle, after having found a 20 cent coin moments earlier

 (I just thought of the date, the 25th fits + 0 0.) 

You now see, why the dot in weir.d. Weir was the name of the reporter, who either, under orders from superiors or for another reason, failed to disclose the full story about Peter Liddy's main accuser, career criminal witness W.


But there was more. As I leaned my laden bicycle against a signpost to take the above photo, I noticed something silver on the ground. It looked like a packet of drugs. I picked it up to take a look. Indeed, it was a packet of tablets, some still inside the foil. 

Of course, I had no idea what they were, and no intention of keeping them. But as decoration for the pages in my diary I peeled off this part:



Mr. Google tells me this is an anti-depressant medication. Thank God I'm through with that stuff. I don't know the scientific process, how such tablets work to rectify an imbalance in the brain. 

One thing I do know: I was once told I had the same problem and needed medication all my life. I prayed to God: "I know you can heal cancer, blindness and all kinds of illnesses. You can heal whatever is wrong with my brain."

I have not taken any prescribed tablets since, nor needed the help of a shrink. 

If I see a message in AVANZA it's this message: At the Z N is V.

Please note: Managing without tablets works for me. If you are taking prescribed medications, please do not stop taking them! Follow your doctor's advice. Also follow Jesus.

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The midday stop on that hot day was in Bairnsdale. I had arrived just after midday after having covered 68 kilometres on this flat section of the Princes Highway. I ate my lunch on a table on the wide, green median strip on the main road.

It seemed a pity to be passing town after town and not stop longer to explore a little further. But cycling 6 - 8 hours a day, plus shopping, feeding yourself, unpacking, pitching the tent, packing up again leaves little time to play tourist.

However, just as I was about to leave town I spent some time at Bairnsdale. I'm glad I did. I found a little gem. The door of a large, red brick church stood wide open. The tall, imposing red-brick structure was St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church. Sitting inside one could not help but admire the magnificent murals throughout the sanctuary, even on the ceiling. It reminded me of the churches in Bavaria, extravagantly decorated in baroque architecture.  

On the walls were pictures of scenes of Jesus in a variety of settings. I figured these were the 14 stations of the cross, which Roman Catholics identified during Jesus' last hours on earth. To create a sacred atmosphere the singing of monks quietly filled the sanctuary. For a moment I thought it originated from an adjacent hall. Then I realized it was piped music. Yes, there is a place for piped music!

I wanted to have a closer look at each of the Stations of the cross. I started on the front left hand side, viewing each framed piece of art. The creators of these masterpieces must have understood what it cost Jesus to walk the path of shame, pain and utter loneliness.

A name at the sixth station was one not mentioned in the bible - Veronica. She is said to have wiped the face of Jesus on the way to Calvary. He left an image of his face on her veil, which came to be known as "Veronica's Veil." She was honoured in St. Peter's Church in Rome as early as the 8th century. Nice name Veronica. 

After viewing Station 7 I had to cross to the other side of the church at the back, to look at the remaining pictures. As I did, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something green on the floor. When I saw it was the shape of a heart I knew it was for the diary. I kept the little gem. A silver heart in September, a green one in November.


Found: Green heart - St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church, Bairnsdale


There is a German song: I lost my heart in Heidelberg*. I never lost my heart, but I picked up two, a silver one in Melbourne, a green one in Bairnsdale.

(*Heidelberg is both, a university city on the Neckar River in Germany and also a suburb of Melbourne).


After having viewed all 14 stations of the cross I found myself at the right hand side on the front of St. Mary's. On the wall near a side door was a plague. It was in appreciation to the person, who donated the Advent Wheel, whatever that honour entails. The names were Patrick and Elie Fischer.

Then I remembered. That morning on leaving Sale, I briefly was riding my bicycle on the footpath. A school girl was walking in my way, unable to see me coming. Her mother called out: "Watch out, Elly!" 

Outside Bairnsdale the signs indicated I was now travelling on the Great Alpine Highway. At the time I did not know I had crossed the Mitchell River, which flows into Lake King. 

Learning this fact now stirs my mind. There is a connection, way back in my writing, to the name Mitchell. But more so in Book 7, Chapter 19 I had discovered a town called Lake King. I had visualized the postcodes of Kinglake and Lake King. Somehow, the number O had crystallized...

My destination the next day was the place, the town whose name consists of me, surrounded by two O - Omeo.

Beyond that a mountain was waiting to be conquered.


Chapter 10