LITHGOW NSW
DAY 4
REST DAY
I woke this morning with Elephantitis in my lower lip and my right eye half closed.
Normally, I would need to have picked a fight with someone a lot bigger and meaner to earn these trophies, but no such melodrama, I’m afraid.
To be truthful, I really don’t know why my face had suddenly taken on this unusual complexion, but suspect the sun, wind and general dirtiness of life on the road had just got the better of me and this is way it chose to express itself.
Either way the signals were there, and it was time for a rest.
Lithgow wasn’t exactly the location I had in mind, but I have made the most of it.
Firstly, I took the opportunity to get the brakes on the bike fixed and they are now of required snappiness for the ride to Bathurst.
Secondly, it was time to attend to an issue of packing obesity and remove some excess weight from my groaning trailer bag.
There is a reason why the trailer has been bottoming out all-too-regularly and I’m hoping this will at least address the problem in the short term.
The bag I posted back to Sydney today weighed nearly 3 kg – life is difficult enough and I do not believe I will miss whatever was in it.
These are the things that needed to be done and with them out of the way, I afforded myself a few hours to engage my surroundings.
Lithgow is a very quiet and unremarkable town and this is the longest I have ever spent here.
Don’t get me wrong, it is quite nice – surrounded by rolling hills and a crisp, clear but very dry climate – cheap for Real Estate too, if that’s what you’re into.
$150 000 will acquire a spacious 3-bedder house with a tin roof and no more than 5 minutes from the action.
If you have no real problem with everything closing at 8 pm or no particular desire for a 6-figure salary, then Lithgow may indeed be the lifestyle alternative for you.
In 2008, the glory of mining wealth is long past and I am fairly sure the Small Arms factory is now a museum.
Most local folk survive most likely by farming or by working along the main commercial strip in town and there would also be a certain breed who commutes to Sydney on a daily basis.
Slow but sure, Lithgow trundles on, tucked away safely in its little valley behind the Blue Mountains and generally accepting its place in the big wide world.
Anyway, thanks Lithgow and I’ll never say a bad word about you again.
DAY 4
REST DAY
I woke this morning with Elephantitis in my lower lip and my right eye half closed.
Normally, I would need to have picked a fight with someone a lot bigger and meaner to earn these trophies, but no such melodrama, I’m afraid.
To be truthful, I really don’t know why my face had suddenly taken on this unusual complexion, but suspect the sun, wind and general dirtiness of life on the road had just got the better of me and this is way it chose to express itself.
Either way the signals were there, and it was time for a rest.
Lithgow wasn’t exactly the location I had in mind, but I have made the most of it.
Firstly, I took the opportunity to get the brakes on the bike fixed and they are now of required snappiness for the ride to Bathurst.
Secondly, it was time to attend to an issue of packing obesity and remove some excess weight from my groaning trailer bag.
There is a reason why the trailer has been bottoming out all-too-regularly and I’m hoping this will at least address the problem in the short term.
The bag I posted back to Sydney today weighed nearly 3 kg – life is difficult enough and I do not believe I will miss whatever was in it.
These are the things that needed to be done and with them out of the way, I afforded myself a few hours to engage my surroundings.
Lithgow is a very quiet and unremarkable town and this is the longest I have ever spent here.
Don’t get me wrong, it is quite nice – surrounded by rolling hills and a crisp, clear but very dry climate – cheap for Real Estate too, if that’s what you’re into.
$150 000 will acquire a spacious 3-bedder house with a tin roof and no more than 5 minutes from the action.
If you have no real problem with everything closing at 8 pm or no particular desire for a 6-figure salary, then Lithgow may indeed be the lifestyle alternative for you.
In 2008, the glory of mining wealth is long past and I am fairly sure the Small Arms factory is now a museum.
Most local folk survive most likely by farming or by working along the main commercial strip in town and there would also be a certain breed who commutes to Sydney on a daily basis.
Slow but sure, Lithgow trundles on, tucked away safely in its little valley behind the Blue Mountains and generally accepting its place in the big wide world.
Anyway, thanks Lithgow and I’ll never say a bad word about you again.
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