So here we are - the
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It all started at 4:49am when I was dropped at the bottom of
the Harbour Tunnel and escorted up and out by four vehicles - a
police motorcyclist, an RTA van, am RTA truck with a big mobile
sign on the back to divert traffic, and my own Kombi van driven
by my friend Paul, and also containing Karen, Greg, Christine
The convoy moved out at a stately pace and eventually came to
a halt at Woolloomooloo bay, chased by film crews from Channel
Seven and Channel Ten. We had breakfast in The Bourbon and
Beefsteak at the Cross (as you do), and gleefully examined the
news stories in the morning papers.
Eventually, at 6:30, we all said goodbye, and off I walked.
The phone started ringing at about 7:00 - interviews with
Sydney and regional radio stations - and didn't stop for the
rest of the day. Channel Nine and Channel Ten (again) chased me
around the southern suburbs playing TV camera leapfrog.
My old friend Paul joined me for five kilometres in
Kensington, carrying his four-month-old daughter Georgia in a
papoose. He walked with me along the noisiest road I'm going to
traverse (the Airport underpass), and, amazingly, Georgia slept
the whole way.
Towards Brighton my feet slowly began complaining of
blisters, and their howls got louder and louder until, in
moderate pain, I called Greg and demanded that he bring me my
walking sandals to give me a respite from my expensive Italian
trekking boots (I thought they'd been broken in enough).
With happy feet I made good time to Miranda, but the
repetitive pounding on pavement soon took its toll, and I limped
into Cronulla around 5:30. The pain was alarming. My strength
and stamina were fine, but my feet felt like they'd been run
over be a tank. I'm counting on their ability to toughen up,
otherwise my estimate of three weeks to Kosciusko might be a
The highlight of my day was the phone call from a Cath
Beardsley of Cronulla, who generously offered to let me stay
with her and her boyfriend Jeff in their flat. Thanks Cath,
you're a lifesaver.
It's into the Royal National Park tomorrow, accompanied again
by Paul (no Georgia this time) for a possibly even tougher day
Wish me luck.