I’m saying goodbye to the Melbourne winter
Cold old Melbourne winter
Windy cold icy Melbourne winter
Still cold Melbourne winter where the weak sun warms the skin but not the bones.
My home town
In many ways a beauty by the bay
She sparkles at night
And by some standards its not as cold as others suffer
You can even ride your motorbike.
But when the icy rain falls from the grey skies
Its time for this adventurer to give his goodbyes.
Welcome me the warm arms of Europa.
Chapter 3 of my European motorcycle adventure is about to begin.