I woke up without a real plan, and it resulted in me getting out of bed, having breakfast while doing my diary, then going back to bed. I lay thinking for a while, about what to do today, about some life decisions. When my thought train arrived at mountain biking, I was up. I showered…

I woke up and panicked, not knowing where I was, then relaxed back into my fluffy pillows, remembering my good fortune. Sheldan was coming over at 9:30am to pick me up, so I had a shower, breakfast and organised some address changes at the breakfast bar while I waited. He arrived and we drove north…

Not much to share for the day, a lot of boring driving. I had breakfast at camp since I had such a pretty view and the beach to myself. It was chilly in the morning, less than 10oC so I stayed in my warm bed for a little longer than I needed to. Cornflakes for…

I was not the first one out of the carpark this morning, there were some earlybirds. Again, I set off before breakfast, but this time I had to wipe the condensation off the inside windows – already it’s getting pretty cold overnight! The road took me back out onto the coast again, only a light…

First things first, after my failed SPOT attempt the night before, I was out in the backyard as soon as I’d got up to do a second trial run. After reading the instructions to discover that the device should be left on for at least 20 minutes, I had more success. Greg faithfully sent out…

I was looking forward to a feeling of great liberation when handing over the keys to my apartment, becoming houseless for the first time in my twenty six years! Instead, I just felt exhausted. I must have done at least fifty trips up and down the two flights of stairs outside my door. Huge shout…