D'day Part 1: the briefing

6:30 Words cannot describe the surreal feeling inside me as I wait amongst the rat race on the dark platform. Actually tired... As I await the train to take me into the city donned out in my tights, cycling shirt, timberland casual shoes and brandishing the Great Timorian Bike Ride Shirt, an iron on emblem on a white short cut shirt (such a stylish picture), I survey the sky for that weather that will potentially wreck havoc on our endevour. So far so good, but its early as soon as it hits day break the wind will spring up and the fun will begin.
Approx 7:30 Rocking up at Melbourne Central, I see my mate Olly at QV beforehand to tie something up before I go, he has always worked as a goodluck charm. It is then off to the Mueseum the vast concrete space before the entrance and dramatically fashioned roofing housing the waiting Vic, Tas, Ling, Yue, Tess and Daniel.
Approx 7:38 The meeting last night meant for something in that these people who had successfully come to the right place. Status report mentioned that Ben and Laurie are en route, as with Veronica, Lizzie was running behind and well Tracey... She was lost not in Bayswater this time but at another Mueseum somewhere StKilda. Tracey is very adventurous to say the least.

8:05 So after another breifing, some coordination and direction we were in the huddle ready to do this. Maybe not ready but you know what we mean... Enough time had been spent in waiting it was indeed the time for action.

This trip we were about to embark on was not for our own development, our own experience, our own growth, these were just positives associated with it. For the main purpose and efforts to make a difference, no matter how big nor small. This is what was going to give substance to the highs and drive us through the lows and it was important not to lose focus of this.