One of the wonderful things about participating in outdoor activities with your mates, whether it is recreational or in competition, is the camaraderie it engenders. The struggle, the hardship, the good, and the bad, it is there to be shared, enjoyed as a team.
I am fortunate to have spent many years pursuing outdoor pursuits and activities with brother-in-law, Ray Tong.
Let’s just call him my partner in crime.
And just so there isn’t any misunderstanding, we aren’t fugitives from the law, it’s just a figurative saying us “down under” tend to use to describe a good mate…
Okay, Ray is a Kiwi, but hey, he’s still a good mate none-the-less…
Now we’ve participated in many things together, mostly recreational, with a smattering of competitive events here and there. And yes, there is always an underlying competitive streak between us, but that’s just good old fashioned Aussie versus Kiwi rivalry…
You couldn’t expect anything less!
Anyway, we tend to spend a lot of time out in the bush, walking and trekking and many of these have taken on mammoth proportions. We’ve walked from Sydney to Newcastle together, bush-whacking it 240 kilometres through the “scrub” – mind you if you drive, it is only 140-kilometres along the freeway.
We’ve spent countless hours on the water together…
I chased him from the West Coast of New Zealand to the East Coast, a journey that saw us cycling, running, and white-water kayaking the 240 kilometres over two-days.
We’ve run rapids in our kayaks together, and even struggled through the mud in “Tough Mudder” helping each other to the finish.
We’ve pursued paragliding and skydiving…
And then there is the most dangerous of them all, the notorious Newcastle Bike Ride.
The “NBR” as it is known colloquially…
It isn’t for the faint-hearted.
This is an invitation only event open to those who can demonstrate superior time-trial qualities on a bike.
It covers a two kilometre sprint on a racing bike from Ray’s home in Newcastle to
the Albion Hotel, followed by an endurance test of being able to drink at least half-a-dozen schooners of beer with lots of bellowing laughter, the city and back home.
The ride home is always used as a warm-down and should be done at a leisurely pace, unless of course you’ve
stayed for one too many had a few flat tyres out on the road and your arrival is long overdue. In which case, the every man man for himself rule applies.
Many have tried, few ever rise to the occasion…
On the many
trips to the pub time-trials we’ve done in Newcastle we’ve had plenty of time to solve the problems of the world.
As one does!
Nothing is sacred, all topics covered.
Okay, we don’t touch Rugby ‘cause it always upsets the Kiwi’s when they lose the Bledisloe Cup, and there was one time when Ray wanted to discuss a problem he had after a “real” bike ride where we spent a long time in the saddle – haemorrhoids.
I told him I couldn’t touch that one and best to take it up with Leah, his partner, the sister of my partner, Janet.
Did I get that right?
Confused myself there for a ‘sec.
What I tried to say is we married two sisters, Leah & Janet…The “Fawthrop Girls”.
Yes, “The Fawthrop Girls”…
So anyway, perched atop
the bar-stools down at the fountain of all knowledge; The Albion Hotel, our bikes during these training sessions we’ve covered many time favoured topics.
On our last NBR
only a week ago sometime back we started comparing notes on what we share in common.
As you could imagine there was plenty of back-slapping and congratulations going on as we reviewed the impressive list, after all we were on our
3rd 6th schooner of beer each…
- Good looking – tick
- A physique many would give a left-arm for – tick
- Modest – TICK
- Have a sister named Debbie – tick
- Adventurous – tick
- Competed in the Coast to Coast Race in New Zealand – tick
- Kayakers – tick
- Extreme endurance hikers and adventure racers– tick
- Almost fallen off the same ledge on a mountain – tick (True story! Mt Tibrogargan in Queensland before we even met each other)
- Climb Mountains – tick and half-tick (Ray was too traumatised to climb again
- Both have flown under skydiving canopies – tick
- We’re both cookie cut-outs – WHAT?
Strewth, we’ve been cloned, we chorused together in unison as we considered the similarities.
Kneaded expertly and pressed with a cookie cutter; a cutter passed sister-to-sister, a cutter revered like one’s very first training bra.
Okay, yes, somehow I came out the better looking of the two of us, you know, a bit like pulling freshly baked cookies out of the oven, some are perfect, others possibly a little overdone and a touch rough around the edges...
Anyway here we were, seemingly virtual twins…
To be honest, I took some comfort in this as I was a little worried that Ray might have been thinking he should have married me given we had so much in common.
I mean, he
gazed looked at me just a bit too longingly for my liking as we waited for our next beer to be poured. But I just put it down to the beer haze fogging his mind a tad…yeah, that’s what it was, a beer haze, yeah…
And as we
rode sprinted home on our bikes, the wind gusting so hard that it’d blow your dog off its chain, the most favourite Fawthrop Family saying resonated loudly…
You don’t know how lucky you are!
Yep, there is no doubting it, we are both partnered to Angels, and we’ll put that to the top of the list, for sure…
And while you’re here hang around and take a squiz at this You tube video…a little bit of that “cookie cut-out” adventure!
It is some footage of Ray flying a sky-diving canopy on the East-Coast of New Zealand in the early 1990s. It was quite out there at the time, for a Kiwi anyway!
And following is what us Aussies do, jump first, then fly…
Just pulling Ray’s leg…what they were doing was ground breaking at the time. He is wearing the white helmet!
Adventure, comes in many forms, and you’ve just gotta love it!
So awesome that you’ve done all this together! And I’ve always wanted to do a Tough Mudder! Still on my list 🙂
Yeah, I give him a bit of stick though, and he gives it straight back…Kiwi’s are like that. Peas in a pod almost, fair dinkum, I swear he wanted to marry me when he realised we had so much in common (hahahaha!)
Give tough mudder a go, you’ll love it, well if you like mud I guess you will…!
That’s what six schooners of beer will do to you…alcohol can have that effect on one’s memory.
Hang-on, did we consume four or eight schooners?
Anyway, my mother warned me this would happen if I touched the evil fire-water! So that’s it for me, red cordial is my choice of drink at the Albion going forward…
And for good measure I’m penning a letter to the beer company right now, on behalf of 20 billion people world-wide, to insist they put a warning on the side of each and every can of beer they produce.
“Warning – this can of beer (or multiples of them) is likely to induce selective memory loss, possible fibbing and tall story telling. It may also be a cure for haemorrhoids, but only if drunk in sufficient quantities”
Editor’s note: The details remain far too sketchy; go with your gut feel on this one! 😉
Leah says: (Commented on subsequent Blog: I’m Excited, Very Excited)
November 5, 2012 at 8:18 am (Edit)
Hey Baz you need to do a bit of editing on “this blog”. I know you like artistic licence and all but………. but it’s not quite a true recollection of just who had bum grapes!
Interesting – you and the brother in law both nearly fell off tibrogargan…which ledge? I climbed east side only a few weeks back!
So many years ago, back in the 1980’s for me and 1990’s I think for him. It was on the Western side… Great place!
Great post, Baz! You are so fortunate to have such a good friend in your brother-inlaw. Laughed all the way through this post 🙂
Yes, but wait till he reads it…! He’s going to trash me!
Adventures are always best when shared!!!
Thats awesome!! I don’t have one friend that I turn to for my many adventures- mainly a mix between a bunch. ie. I know who to turn to when I want to hike a mountain or run a half marathon… It’s nice to experience these things with friends you love! P.S. Awesome video!!
Yeah, no he’s a good bloke to take on an adventure…Still can’t get him (back) into climbing!