al, something that occurred during his ride. Like many
travellers around Australia, Lincoln encountered many
challenges; an accident on his way to Cape York Peninsula
after an encounter with a bulldust hole, sleeping in areas
said to be infested by crocodiles, or the death of a wallaby
after it collided with his bike in the outback. A chance en-
counter with aboriginals near the border of the Northern
Territory and Western Australia had a huge subconscious
impact.
Lincoln was near Saddle Creek, a truly beautiful part of
the world, and decided to venture through a flimsy fence to
walk up a small hill. A chance encounter perhaps started a
change in psyche, something in the back of Lincoln’s mind
was seeing what it meant to be home.
“I perched myself on a rock, and spent an hour staring
out at the vast expanse of flat flood plain,” he reminisced. A
voice rang out in the distance.
“Hello? Anyone there?”, the voice called again, seeming
to come from the carpark where Lincoln had parked his
bike.
“Yeah, I’m up here. You alright?”, Lincoln replied to only
receive incoherent mumbling. Believing someone was in
trouble he ran back to where the voice had come.
Lincoln soon faced three Aboriginal men. Enquiring as
to whether they were locals he received a reply that took
him by surprise.
“Yeah,” one of the two younger men replied. “We live oth-
er side of the hill. Our land … listen … you got a smoke?”
Stunned that he had run down the rocky hillside in the
belief that someone needed help only to find they were af-
ter a cigarette Lincoln said he had been up on the hill ad-
miring the stunning views and apologised for trespassing.
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