DAY 73 & 74

Day 73 started as usual this time from Proserpine, backing down the outside stairs of the pub i had stayed at with  the sun coming up. Only this time with a girl all dolled up following me down and i could tell wanting me to hurry as she wanted to get some place or just out of that place. Pretty hard to smile and act cool  wearing my tights and green jacket, all at the same time hanging on to a 50kg arkward object descending backward, but I think i did O.K.
Then off into it, pedaling and waiting for the body to tell me how its  going to treat me today. Something i have no control over. The body is like a computer when you start off , it takes everything into consideration as how much you have pushed the day before,wind direction ,rain, temperture, hills, calorie intake, positive and negative thoughts etc etc. The list goes on forever but i dosen't take long before you know what the answer is, good or bad.
Thankfully, today the answer was good and with a tail breeze and the land flat , made good ground to a place called Home Hill.The scenery around here these last couple of days has been great, if you like Sugar Cane plantations.

The sugar canes everywhere.

On arriving in town i asked at a motel how much were there rooms,  they said  $95 and i said thanks, and am now in the  $30 Pub with more stairs but i don't mind carrying the bike up for $65.lol. Had a counter meal there and went to my room as all the big macho men wanted to watch H... & A... at the bar tele. Out with the lappy and checked all the weather forecasts and fell asleep.

More photo's for the room 3 St Paul Primary School,Mildura

Annabells my name and i'm hungry.

Tyler is my name,lets go for a ride.

I'm Blake the snake

Hi i'm Big Bird,Nacinta.

Day 74 started a bit late from Home Hill as i just couldn't get moving. Though once on the bike and the veins opened up  the blood started pumping , i was in the zone.  Passed the town of Ayr and just kept going toward Townsville. On arriving the sign said City or Cairns and of course i went ,Cairns it is. Then not too far up the Highway it turns into a Motorway and no bikes allowed. What do i do?, thinking that i had finished with all these Motorway problems earlier in the big cities. To hell with the rules , here goes and off i go. About 5 km down the completly safe Motorway some workers are there stuffing around with witches hats. To me thats all there ever do and not much actual road work gets done in Queensland. This is when it gets weird, this guy see's me from a distance and starts walking fast toward me and holding both hands out as though to stop me going any further. I'll try and paint a picture of his look, orange overalls with Traffic Control written across them and a walky talky sticking out the front, fat ,red long hair and pulled up under his hat. Teeth with exposed gums that shot out while he was screaming WTF ARE YOU DOING ON THE RING ROAD. I then said quietly, can i get off at the next exit because i'm trying to get to Cairns. NO he said screaming,TURN AROUND AND GO BACK. I then said that would be more dangerous. He goes , I DON'T F...... CARE .Well i then let him have both barrels, DON'T YOU F....... SWEAR AT ME IM GOING TO REPORT YOU and then took off and made a run for it up the Motorway while he is again screaming.  I'M GOING TO GET THE POLICE ONTO YOU AND I HOPE YOU GET RAN OVER. One good thing about these interactions with these weird people you forget about the pain your in while riding, because the hate kicks in. Thinking that Mr Plod would be soon beeping me to pull over, i came across a women putting a sign up and she said ,"how you going". "Good thanks" ,i said, " i know i shouldn't be on this road but if i take the next exit can i weave my way up toward Cairns"?. And she said,as she touches me on the arm, "no, if i was you stay on this Motorway and about 10km it will turn into the Bluce." I smiled and told her about the Red Haired Baboon in a orange suite with teeth and gums to die for abusing me. This quite spoken helpful lady new exactly who i was on about and started frothing at the mouth using words to descibe him you wouldn't hear in the roughest pub in the Australia. 

True to her word i was soon back in my comfort zone , The Bluce Highway. I stopped not long after to buy some food and then the drizzle started and have ended up in a upmarket ,with everything, Donga type room about 27km out from Townsville in the Bluewater Caravan Park. I'm feeling pretty good about everything at the moment, it might be the excitement of seeing my Big Sis and her partner Steve in Cairns. She always brings the best out of me. 

I'd Sue them Meg.

Thats deep

Daniel T,J,B. 

Move over Scout ,this is Snout

This is what i've been looking for, to prove that these Northern Queenslanders are out there. A  fish hanging on a street sign ,and it is a frequent habit which is not healthy. Definitely Duelling Banjo stuff.
HOOROO
Grant.