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Published: February 25th 2016
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I thought we were going to miss getting off the island. After a dreadful night with lack of sleep with a cooling fan whirring overhead and other noises in our four man bunkhouse we woke up to no power. No power included no water and so we packed our bags in semi darkness and could not get washed, or brush our teeth. Eventually Phil got the genny working and we hastily had our 7.15 breakfast before getting to the ferry disheveled at 07.55. The ferry was ten minutes late and we were met by Mr Grump, who could not make his mind up where the bikes and bags went. I think to make a smile he would have had to wear a mask. Upon arrival at Cowes we dropped out bags at the Tropicana and then went for a brew before heading off to Rhyll - it almost feals like the UK. A cycle around the coast on a dull morning before going to be Motor Racing Circuit for lunch. Unfortunately I planned the tour badly since we could have watched the World Motorcycle GP here this weekend but we are leaving tomorrow. On the way into town we saw a
monster Ute (pickup) with a mechanic preparing motorcycle wheels and the owner across the road setting up his Suzuki motorcycles, who was no other than Brayden Elliot, a young man in his first year in GP. We wish him well.
Thursday stated dull after heavy overnight rain - we did not think it rained that much in Australia - but soon got out into a good sunny 28 degrees. We visited the Vietnamese War Museum, about 15 Km south of Cowes, which was very good with a good film show show of the origins of the war and Australia's involvement. Aircraft and tanks plus the usual weapons of warfare were in abundance. I never knew Australia was even involved in the war and it was a real eye opener to go through the history. They started off as advisors to the South Vietnamese but soon ended up sending in troops and weapons. Unfortunately the Ossies suffered the same as the Americans when they came home with adverse publicity but are now rightly recognised as true soldiers and heros for their efforts in the conflict. Following this we visited Woolamai Beach where we saw surfers tackling the massive waves. On our
Bike
1000cc Suzuki return to Cowes we did some shopping and spoke to s lady originally from Wolverhampton who could not understand anyone not wanting to live here, whilst not going far in Oz herself. She had not even been to French Island 3 miles across the water. She must love Cowes. The Little Penguin Parade was next at 7.45pm with a free bus to the site and then seeing the Penguins march up the beach at dusk to feed their young. There were in excess of 2000 people there to see the great experience. It was a good job we used the bus as the road was dark and had no margin at the side - very dangerous.
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