Brave souls these performance artists. Especially now it’s getting a bit cooler. In New Italy, northern New South Wales. Strong, silent type.
Don’t pay the ferryman from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken, and trusty steed Emma, decide to get some sea time in. A short hop on the Burns Point Ferry. Don’t want to over-do-it.
Back on track from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken reaches the small seaside town of Ballina in northern New South Wales. Much more appealing than the tourist resorts further north.
Beach bound from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Uninspired by the touristy town of Byron Bay, Ken goes in search of beaches nearby. Lennox Heads. In northern New South Wales.
Missed it. The border. Between Queensland to the north and New South Wales. If there was a sign, it’d probably be on the main highway I’d sought to avoid. Carefully picking my way through roadworks. Along re-routed cycle paths. Tediously slow.
No fences. No checkpoints. But the boundary between Queensland and New South Wales does matter. Different laws. For Australia is a federation. Just like the USA. But with fewer States. A less vocal gun lobby. And a lot more bowls clubs. In fact, just what you’d probably expect if the British did federalism.
Just one short interlude. Michael. Towing a trailer largely constructed of chicken wire. He’d been struggling up a steep incline as I’d descended. Narrow path. Deep gutter. His head down. Concerned he might hit me, I’d given him a friendly shout. German. Heading north in search of work. Fruit or vegetable picking.