The welcome committee of Fiona, Britta, Adam and baby Zara flew into Darwin (via Adelaide) and arrived in Darwin in the early afternoon. We picked up our hire car and quickly shed the winter clothes for something more suitable for the 34C of Darwin.
At 2pm Fiona received an anxious phone call from her dad, John Williamson (79yrs) who inquired where we all were. At the resort in Darwin we told him.
John had driven 5 hours in the car and then flown across three states, as a surprise for us all, to join in the welcome ceremony, only to find out at the airport, that the direct flight from Melbourne was seriously delayed til that evening. He thought he would be the only one there to meet Peter. While he wouldn’t admit he was already in Darwin, his anxious tone left us guessing.
At 3pm we drove into town, to the crosswalk outside the Darwin Post Office – the official finish line.
There we met a former work colleague of Peter’s from Australia Post, Brian and his wife Joan and daughter Melissa. They had picked up Peter’s arrival info from other friends and were happy to join in the preparations for Peter’s arrival.
With signage up, and balloons and streamers and whistles at the ready, John arrived in a taxi. Despite the heat, he insisted on walking about half a kilometre down the road to be the ‘spotter’ for Peter’s arrival. All cameras were trained in the one direction, everyone waiting for John’s call that Peter was nearly here.
At about 3.45pm a voice from behind said ‘Hi everyone’,
we all turned around and screamed. No one had seen Peter ride up until he was right on the line!
Instead of riding in on the main road, he had come in on the bike path which came into town on the reverse side.
But regardless of how many kilometres he had ridden, he was not getting off the bike without our little welcome ceremony! I instructed him to ride down the road until he went past Dad, then loop around and approach the finishing line in style, and from the right direction. This second coming only took about 5 minutes, and then the congratulations began.
We were all very excited for him to finish such a long ride 2722 kms safely and with such courage and enthusiasm. The phone calls from the family in the southern states all came in and added to the excitement.
We all decided to go to an Irish pub for celebratory drinks! Who would have thought there would be two Irish pubs in town ? Finally we all arrived at the same Irish pub !!! and the congratulations continued and many stories were told. Despite being weary, we all went out for a wonderful dinner on the deck at the Casino, overlooking the pools and the sunset.
For the next week we had a wonderful family holiday in Darwin, sightseeing, wining and dining and just relaxing around the pool in the tropical garden.
Gradually other stories of things that didn’t go so well emerged!
A huge bruise on Peter’s leg, told the tale of when he had a bad fall.
Two of his vital supply boxes ‘disappeared’ from their pick up points,
and there were other episodes that he probably knew would freak me out!!!
I’m sure there will be things we’ll never know!!
On arrival back in Melbourne, Peter’s other children had organized a surprise Welcome Home Party for him. They cooked many of his favourites, and lots of extended family and friends came to join in the celebrations.
Peter also made the front page of the Moreland Leader newspaper!!









