A meeting on the road
I got a message from a guy I met in Fraser saying he thought that they passed me on the road. I remember a van going past with people waving furiously at me but didn’t have a clue if that was them or not. Lots of people toot the horn and salute, my arms are tired from waving all the time. So next day at about lunch time two vans pull over, it was the guys I met in Hervey Bay that I was going to the Whitsundays Islands with.
They offered me a lift the rest of the way but that wasn’t happening. They had some water for me too but no ice unfortunately. Loads of people in ute’s and trucks have been doing the same whenever they see me pulled over at rest stops and roadhouses. Sometimes I’ll admit I’m a little tempted but I won’t take a lift until I’m really in no shape to continue riding so hopefully that’ll never happen. Later that evening I stopped in a little village just short of Sarina and haded for the pub to see what they had to offer. I got to pitch my tent and have a shower for $4, money well spent. When I went into the bar I saw a few guys I’d chatted to earlier that morning at a road house and refused a lift from. As soon as they saw me the “what took you so long?” started. Fair play though they all kept me in orange juice all night, wouldn’t dream of letting me put my had into my pocket for a drink.