The final day and I was heading home. Yesterday I didn’t make it to Gloucester as planned due to the weather and I pulled in to the first motel I found – the Cundle Motel in what I discovered this morning was Cundletown. What can I say about this motel: (very) cheap and (reasonably) cheerful. However it was a good stop due to the heavy rain. The room was very basic, with minimal heating and no frills:
The restaurant was closed (on a Friday??) however to their credit the proprietor offered to provide some room service and that was very welcome considering I was trying to dry out. It wasn’t a great nights sleep, but what do you expect for a cheap motel?
I left at 7:20am in some sunshine, however it was cold so I was rugged up with thermals under my bike gear and I had checked my radar and was expecting more rain en route. Because of this I decided that I would take the shortest route home which meant the main road and for the second time this year I missed out Dungog, Kurri Kurri and the Hunter. I had done some of that route on Monday so I wasn’t too disappointed.
There are three things I hate when motorcycling: the cold, wind and rain or any combination and on this trip I seemed to have lots of all three!
I thought I would get the rain around Newcastle based on the radar, however we met after about 50kms and it was heavy, not as bad as yesterday but still with high winds that were pushing the water and bike everywhere. With my extra layers and neck roll, I was mostly dry except for my fingers which were numb by the time I refuelled at Raymond Terrace.
The final stint from there home was cold with a winter sun that wasn’t very strong. The traffic was OK however I did note that a lot of people don’t have lights on in rain and it is often difficult to see them.
All up over 2,000 kms for the week with the last two days being the longest distances.