Imagine 2 hours sitting on the most uncomfy seat you've ever sat on. Next, make that seat even narrower & on the back of a motorbike. Then picture the worst road you've ever been down which included such highlights as:
*long sections of river stones the size of your fist.
*inumerable puddles the size of swimming pools & of unfathomable depth
*long mud sections (complete with wild boar)
*fast sections over blind crests/around blind corners
*dodgy timber bridges like u only see in 'developing nations' or in kindy sand pits
*oncoming trucks/buses & meandering cattle on the narrowest sections
Just like the Paris to Dakar except all of this on stripped down postie bikes with bald tyres & palm frond rear mud flap. Foot pegs, drooping metal spikes & no helmets.
Highlight - stubborn refusal to give way resulting in near collision where i ended up off the bike nearly being cleaned up from behind by Berni's driver.
*Berni's blind corner overtake, near collision with another bike
*the drag race once hit the first, last & only stretch of bitumen on a road as busy as Hastings Street Noosa on a school holiday saturday.
All to save two hours on the bus!
