I put my first pedal down in anger on August 4, 2016. Almost five months and more than 4,500 kilometers later, I crossed the finish line in a small town in Victoria on the Glenelg River. From Eucla to Nelson, I’d started and ended a world away in landscape and even further apart in mindset. Perhaps the only similarity was the fact that I was hooting and hollering for my first few meters, only to do the same over my last. I just had a little relief and fatigue in my voice the second time around.
I’d taken off with little fanfare and finished with less. I was exhausted, sore and ready to finish the physical element of what I’d called LAND SEA YOU ME. The numbers read a little like this:
-4500 odd kms