My Aileen O'Connor Pilgrimage Continues

 After grabbing 'nanas & dark chocolate the train deliversed us to Haminatin.  Now we await a connecting train to Wee Wee. I am excited to close out on this one-off pilgrimage especially on such a scenic route. I really hope everything keeps going swimmingly along. At the present I'm loving the simplicity of Robin my little red folding bike. Today that little wheel may close out on a 250km ride.  
9:34 now on the Cindy train. it's quite plush WEITH purple seats & matching carpet. But with all this comfort there is no room for any bike except a folding one. I expect it's a social control mechanism what with governments wanting us to remain passive,  work long hours & die as soon as you've spent the profits. 
11:20 Ebbalong Beach. A short ride from the train station.  Looked like I've  missed the hourly ferry by minutes. But them's the breaks when section riding & using ferries or trains.  No use getting upset. Anyway  it's pleasant enough here with bikini clad woman lolling about. Ye gads I may need my bike pump! 
Sometime: I board a cross harbour ferry bound for the city.  The ferry i wanted would take a more direct route, but it's not operating due to staff shortages. Not all bad, It was a bit special to arrived by the opera house.   
From the city I followed my compass and signs for Beachy,  then Cooee.  I am stoked to report that a new integrated cycleway has  been constructed to the east. The paint is still drting.  It was excellent and heavily subscribed with cyclists and our strange cousins,  the ebikers. Proof of the concept,  build it and they will come.  Though i suspect it was due to the hardwood of a small cadre of dedicated cyclists. To the fellow that routed the cycleway up Mount St, Cooee, you're a hilarious joker.  

18:00hrs. Destination Reached.i am bushed! Had to go the looking way round through the heart of the city.  Oh poop. But anyway,  i got here and visited St Brigid's church but it was closed. Nook peace from the city crush.  Cramming a bread roll,  out of narnies, & choccy, washed down with water as the thermos is as empty as me.  10km to the central station & my train home.  Pats on the back to me. 

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