While going through Immigration at Melbourne Airport, my phone rang, and because you are may not use a phone there, I hung up. The number was in South Australia. Later, in the Qantas lounge (using my one free pass) I tried calling back, thinking it might be my cousin, Ian Black, who lives in SA. It rang out. He called me back while I was talking to my wife. I called him back, it rang out. Finally I tried again an hour later, and he answered. Lynden, a farmer from north of Adelaide. Apparently my iphone called him while I was checking in. Bizarre. Turns out he has cycled around Australia, the length of Britain, in France and Spain, climbed Mt Kilimanjaro, and was considering a Paris to Moscow ride. All in the quiet times between sowing wheat in May and harvesting the crop at the end of the year. I should have been a farmer.
ian@blakk.net