Here I continue to present those that have supported me by ways of donating to Second Harvest Japan via Just Giving. 
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Yamada-san, up until now, and also in present, luck is with those that support others, isn't it... or at least that's how it feels to me (thinking about your accident, and the (lack of) injuries.).
I would also congratulate you on the successful crossing of Eurasia as your second continent. I would like to let you know that I was deeply moved by the sunset photographs of the Japanese Sea taken in that area.
Please continue your way with luck by your side ^^v
I donate 2'000 Yen towards this challenge.
Tama-chan, 2011-08-27 22:24:51


If these messages didn't exist, I shiver at the thought of how this journey would have been liked :D
I'm grateful for each and everyone who has made this journey a marvellous experience. 

English http://justgiving.jp/pdf/justgiving-man.pdf?110318


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[Australia] From Norseman to Perth

February 25th, 2012 (Saturday)

Distance:710Km
Departure:8:15am
Arrival:17:00pm
Weather:Rain with occasional blue skies.
Temperature:25℃

Just as it was about time to prepare for departure in the morning after waking up – a knock on my tent.
Uhuh – rain.
And I can hear thunder, too. 

I remembered that I left my towel outside to dry, and sleep half asleep I get outside, and see that the also all the guys in the caravans are also busy taking down their tents.

And once that I managed to fold the tent into a sufficiently small volume, I head off!
Today it is straight on to Perth.

The primary goal is a specific bike shop.
Since leaving Sidney, Toru-san had been continuously kept in contact. And once I had found out what the problem was with my vibrating handle I asked him to call the dealer in Perth on my behalf. However, the dealer didn't have the necessary spare parts in stock, and hence wasn't able to help and fix the bike.
Toru-san thankfully was thinking on his feet, and continued to call one bike dealer after the other, and indeed managed to find one.
That place was a shop BMW car dealer, but also able to complete special maintenance assignments, and a fairly high end place.

The owner of said shop, Dave by name, used to be racing mechanic. He also used to work for Japanese race teams, and had been any number of times in Japan. When he got to know of my racing profile and this travelling life, he would give warm welcome Toru-san told me.
He would immediately get the spare parts out and get everything ready. And I was also invited to  stay overnight at his house.
 
Once again I'm very, very grateful for the circumstances, and of course also for Toru-san's exceptional support. 

When I'm under way to a place where people are waiting for me, the journey gets a lot more pleasurable.
And in order not to arrive too late in Perth, I'm aiming to to increase the average speed. 

However, Australia is really a well developed, and clever country.
In developing country neither the traffic laws nor the police are very good.

No matter how wide and well maintained the highway is, the speed limit is 110 kilometres, not more.
I have hence to keep driving while adjusting my speed exactly to 115km with the help of the GPS's precise speedmeter. 

What intrigues me already for the longest time, is this pipe that runs alongside the road. 
It's been there since about Adelaide, and I wonder what it is. 
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Earth gas?

I following the No. 94 highway, and three times to refuel, lunch included. 

The landscape keeps changing from vast grass planes change for forests and wetlands, but there are hardly any curves and sometimes I get a bit sleepy.
Probably it was a good thing that the bike had a few problems at this stage.
Or maybe not. But it would be worth while to keep doing this far a distance every day.

Finally, Perth becomes visible. The city main has about 1.5 Mio inhabitants. 
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Finally, arrival at the bike shop.
But it is Saturday, and the garage shutters are already down and no one is there.
When I called by phone I get to talk to Dave's wide Tricia, and Dave arrived shortly after by car. 

He reopens? the shop, especially for me.
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「Hey!  You are Hero!!」were Dave's first words.

Toru-san had talked in a terrific way about me, and Dave had also checked the blog out in depth.

I'm told to get the bike into the workshop.
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And even though Perth's only BWM dealer said he couldn't to the required work for the lack of spare parts in stock, here at Dave's shop they arranged for the spare parts the day after the request, and even though it might be a Sunday, he would still to the work. 

Dave isn't only a race mechanic, but in addition carries also the title of a BMW 'Meister' (master), and he gets commissioned for fabrication of special edition cars or special maintenance jobs. 
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He does also restaurateurs and remodelling of rare vehicles.
This is a rare Yamaha HT500.
It's the first time I see this model.  

And here he builds an off-road bike using a BWM R80 frame as base. 
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He said that the petrol tank has a volume of 55 litres!!

As I kept talking to Dave, I had one surprise after the other.
For starters, our conversation got well of the ground as we had a lot of common race rider friends.
Then, as Dave had immigrated from New Zealand, the topic turns on the bike movie “The World's Fastest Indian'. As it turns out, the real Bart Munro, after which the film's main character had been modelled, was the brother of Dave's grandfather. 
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And in fact, when I check the name on the business card it reads 'Munro'.

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The film is about about a guy who takes a tattered Indian bike of a non-existent any more make, from New Zealand's background to the Bonneville Salt Flats (Utah, US) in order to participate in the speed races.
As he is already over 60 years old he faces a lot of challenges, but the film instilled courage to people of mid and old age. 
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For someone like me who had been deeply moved by this film, meeting Dave was highly emotional experience. 

This is the house of this 'stranger' where I was invited to stay over night.
This time it is not an acquaintance of Toru-san, who kindly keeps tabs on me since I left Sidney, but 'only' a phone acquaintance.
And as I was thinking that I would already be grateful to be allowed to pitch my tent in their garden, they had prepared a room for me.
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And I got invited to a delicious Pizza and wine from New Zealand. 
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Dave and Tricia.

I was given a respectful reception coming straight from their heart.
They are a good humoured, wonderfully friendly couple!

It's the first time in a week, since leaving Sidney to be precise, that I sleep in a bed and drink alcohol.
And got drunk with communicating with heart-warming people.
 
Translation: Pamela Ravasio