So I have arrived in Orange. First impression… you know what, this place looks more than a little like Vernon in ways. Dan and I are on the prowl for an Orchard worthy of our presence. Should be good, it appears that we may already have leads.
I have met up with Dan and spent the last week or so in a comfy little hostel in Katoomba named The Flying Fox. The atmosphere was wonderful, the people quite friendly and everyone was very welcoming. From hiking to themed dinner nights… we had it all. (I’d go into more detail here but there were for the most part genuine and wonderful people and I only have limited computer access.) I don’t know if I could have stayed any longer for fear of the “Curse of the Flying Fox”. A strange malady where if one stays long enough… they may never leave! Ross the owner even lent me a mat for camping as it was significantly better than my own. The only requirement is that I return it when I am next through the Flying Fox… wait a sec now…
We attempted to hop on a train to take us to Orange but after an hour of waiting we discovered the only train to Orange is in the morning. So we stuck out our thumbs. We made it safely and I got to watch Dan, the master hitchhiker, in action. Excluding a delay from some heavy mist that prevented vehicles from being able to see us we made it in okaytime. I had an interesting time myself during this as one of our rides had me on top of a barrel in the back of a van surrounded by hoses and our travelbags while the driver tried to “take a piss out of me” by driving… interestingly.
I have been having issues adding photos recently and will have to attempt again at another time. For now though I have ran out of time on the internet.
“Lee told me to let it go and save the story until we’re back out on the road”
Three days til Rome, baby, three days til Rome