one mouth to the day, feels like a lifetime. about a week ago i hit the hills and entered a run of very cloudy days, my daly distance dropped from 140km to 40km witch sucked a bit, however it did give me the chance to check out little towns like drake ( witch has a community centre compleatly staffed by volunteers, no paid manger) I did finally make it to byron, and have got a job/ contract riding ricshaws, so Il be here for ea few weeks.

this was the weather I had to get used to

finally changed my front tire and replaced the broken spoke yesterday  ( id been putting them of for a few hundred km, because of this it was a short days ride, only 90km.

I'm starting to notice the bush changing as I come closer to the coast, the trees are taller and greener, Im seeing casherenas and spotted gums, its nice to watch the transition. my front tires are starting to show their origin  ( the tip) but there holding, and haven't been deteriorating to fast over the last 300km.