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Yuk. The freeway to
Sydney was a rude awakening as trucks thundered past inches from the bike.
This was probably the most dangerous part of the journey!
After the freeway,
a fitting end in such a maritime city. I put the sea kayak onto the murky
Parramatta River but I soon hit the clearer waters of Sydney Harbour,
perving at yachts and waterfront mansions. I floated on the water and
reflected on the journey: mountains, rivers, forests, plains; laughs,
hard times; snow, rain, sun, wind; grinding uphills in lowest gear, yahooing
down singletrack, steep climbs in thigh deep snow, smooth turns on open
slopes; wild rapids; hunger, thirst; aching muscles, feeling strong. Satisfaction.
Total satisfaction.
First the city skyline,
then the Harbour Bridge came into view. It was a stunning setting. The
evening sun dipped behind the bridge, lighting up the sails of the Opera
House with a warm orange glow. A tiny beach allowed a landing.
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