It wasn't my fault. A truck dropped a load of fat or grease on the first roundabout after it left the ferry we were on and we were the first on the scene. It was a relatively low speed crash but violent enough to tear the ignition off the side of the bike and break the crankshaft, rendering the whole bike worthless. So much for Plan A where I resell the bike and get my money back.
We weren't hurt apart from me having one knee twice the size of the other and both of us having some bruising. A local bike dealer gave me £100 for the remaining good bits and we hired a car to continue to Scotland where we are now.
We've had a good rest here with the Bookers, though, and head towards London tomorrow to fly home on Friday night. I've just spent an hour or so trying to clean the grease off our bike gear so Singapore Airlines will let us on the plane. This is the way life goes sometimes but it doesn't change the fact that it's been a great trip. Don't visit Melbourne in the next six months or you'll have to see ALL the pictures...







