Jokers Flast To Omeo

Omeo

So, a huge day from Jokers flat to Omeo, 38 km.

It was a tight road with more twisties than a bag of bluebirds, I reckon in a coupla weeks I will look like Arnie as steering Скиппи is quite physical.

Stunning road and a lot of motos making the most of the corners, arriving at Omeo we did a lap of the town to suss it out before heading back to camp ground, after a few nights of National parks it was time for a shit, shave, shower and shampoo as looking in the mirror an old man kept steering back at me.

Arriving at the camp ground it is in an awesome location, we clocked in and started to head towards our site, half way along minding our own business a fello pops out from behind a camper van and waves us down, my first thought is are we on fire or what has fallen off (it’s a Russian thing) 😀😀

He says very proudly “I have one of these”, looking at him I said you are haitch from the Ozzie Ural forum and an even bigger smile came over his face.

So, we had corresponded and haitch had been a great help with info so the chance that we would cross paths here was random at best and very very cool.

We were promptly offered a coffee which we duly accepted, we didn’t have much to talk about (LOL) and it wasn’t long we were having a good yarn.

In the evening we had dinner and chats, good times, haitch and Marge left the following day (dunno what we said 😁) and we had an exploratory day around gold mines etc, the evening dinner at the camp kitchen, a fire and wine to seal the deal, poor ol Скиппи looking in from the outside like a dejected puppy.

 A sort vid of Omeo.