I woke up, and got up about 10.40am.

I was feeling seedy, maybe I shouldn't have finished off that bottle of rum last night.

I had some water, and sat around for a bit, and then I had some cereal for breakfast.

I went and had a shower, and got dressed, packed up my stuff from the bathroom.

I grabbed my ipod, plugged it into the computer, and mucked around trying to find some software to easily copy the music out without the filenames being all stuffed.

I found something called sharepod, and after mucking around for far too long with dll files and ocx files and registering them, I finally got the software to start copying some music out (crap VB application).

I left that going, it was going to take a bloody long time, because of the fact that the USB in this machine is only running in 1.1 mode, like my mate's machine, because it doesn't have SP2 on it.

While that went on, I got ready to leave, found all my stuff that had got scattered around over the last few days, packed up my bag etc.

When my ipod finally finished copying the music out, my mate connected his ipod, and used itunes to load in some of my music.

Once we were all done, we loaded up the car with everything, I jumped on my bike, and rode it out to the front lawn, it felt really weird to ride, I haven't done it since Saturday night, and now it's Wednesday.

We said our goodbyes, and took off into Bundaberg.

We got to the rum factory, and parked, dumped most of our stuff in the car, I unloaded my pockets, and just took my sunglasses, since you're not allowed to take anything in, and then went in, we were there just in time for the last tour of the day.

The woman behind the counter was wearing bunny ears, but said that my green mohawk attracted more attention than that.

We paid, and she asked us a few questions, about the shoes we were wearing etc, and then we were given a token for the lockers out the back, and told to go and load our stuff in there, since you're not allowed to carry anything that could be a hazard, even watches.

We went out the back, used the lockers, they're pretty groovy, there's a touchscreen where you enter your birthdate, and select a colour, that becomes your combination, rather than having to carry around a key to lose.

My mate opened the locker, and we dumped everything that we hadn't left in the car in there, and shut the locker, and went back to reception, where we were told to go into a room behind it, where there were some benches.

We took a seat and waited, there was a bunch of people in there already, and a few more people turned up in the next couple of minutes.

The chick from reception came in again, and grabbed a remote control, and navigated through some sort of a media server (which I can't remember the bname of), and put some Bundy rum ads on the projector.

We sat and watched these for a while, and then she came back in, watched the last couple of ads, and put on a video clip about safety while being in the factory etc.

After we watched that, the tour guide came out, and we all went out through the side of the room, and ended up out the back near the lockers again.

We went across the road from there, and there were all gates, with some sort of a small rail line between them, we went through there.

The first bit of the tour was to the buildings that hold the molasses. They're doing some work on the main building at the moment, so it was mostly drained, but it can hold up to 5 million litres of molasses.

We walked through that building, it was a really deep pit, at least 10 metres down to the top of the molasses, and I have no idea how deep that was, even though it was mostly drained.

After coming out of there, the tourguide gave us samples of molasses on paddle pop sticks. My mate refused to have it, because he said he had it last time, and it put him off the rum.

We went into the next part of the tour after that, where they do the initial brewing of the molasses, the guy told us the name of the yeast they use to do that, some long scientific name, which I think I cane still remember.

We continued through the factory, past the vats where they wash the molasses, and to where they reduce it.

The guy went on to tell us about that, and he had some sample bottles of rum at different stages, and we smelled those. One of them was supposed to smell pretty bad or strong or something, but I couldn't even smell it.

We kept going from there, around to where the rum is put into the huge vats, and brewed for a year or 2 years or something (I can't remember now).

At this point, the guy asked if anyone could remember the name of the yeast they use to brew the rum, and both my mate and I said it together.

They don't expect anyone to remember, so they guy didn't have anything on him to give us for remembering, so he just gave us a couple of little wooden coin things, with a bundy bear decal on them, as a reminder that we'd answered him correctly.

He went on to tell us about the vats, and the wood they use, the fact that it has to be grown in the US, and even when they've tried to grow the same trees here, it ends up with rum that tastes different.

From this point, we went around and into a viewing area of the bottling plant, but it had already been shut down for the day, so we didn't get to see anything terribly interesting in there.

There was a fake bar in there, which the guy got behind, and then went through details of all the different rums that they make, which was fairly interesting, even though I've consumed almost all of them.

The only ones I hadn't tried was the liqueur that they make, which the guy described as being like chocolate and coffee, and other similar things all together, and the mid strength can they make now, but why would you bother drinking a mid strength.

There was a plasma screen in here, and the guy put on a short video about the plant in Sydney where they make the pre mixed cans, and box them up for distribution.

Once that was finished, we went back through the whole factory lot at this point, back to the lockers, and we all collected our stuff, and then we went into the bar.

As part of the tour, we got 2 drinks in here. There was a chick behind the bar, and the tourguide we'd had disappeared.

Everyone just sort of stood around in here, so I went up and ordered a Bundy draft, which a few other people got too.

The tourguide came back, and asked who it was that answered him correctly, my mate and I stepped up, and he had a couple of Bundy T-shirts, he said we could either keep the token things we had, or have a shirt, so we both took the shirts.

After that we wandered through the souveneir shop, looking at all the stuff, there was stacks of good stuff, but it was all pretty pricey, so I refrained from going crazy buying stuff.

Once I finished my drink, I went back and got the other one, this time I got a shot of the liqueur on the rocks, and went back to wandering around the shop again.

My mate got some glasses, and his wife got a tank top. I'd seen a belt buckle on display that looked pretty cool, but couldn't find them in the shop anywhere.

I spotted a Bundy hawaiian shirt, reduced to like half price, I knew I had to have that :-)

I worked out with my mate to go halves in a twin pack of 750mL bottles of the liqueur, and we both bought 350mL flask/travel bottles of Bundy, which are only available from the shop here.

I spotted the belt buckles on the counter, but they were like $40, too much.

We paid for our stuff, and went outside. One of the people who'd been on the tour with us had already come out, and had a bottle of Bundy Black, the stuff that's discontinued. He said he'd seen it on the counter behind the chick.

I had to get more of it if I could, since we probably won't see it again for another 10 years if at all, so I went back in, looked, saw it, and bought a bottle.

I went back outside after that, and I went with my mate and his wife over to the huge rum bottle they have up there (huge as in about 4 or 5 metres tall), and my mate's wife took a couple of photos of the two of us hugging the huge bottle.

We went back to the car after that, and I grabbed all my stuff, and jumped back on my bike, and we took off.

I followed my mate driving the car to get some fueld, and then we went to McDonalds, and had some lunch, even though it was about 5.30pm.

We finished in there, and I jumped back on my bike again, and we started the 4 hour or so trip back to Brisbane.

We got about 20 minutes or maybe half an hour at most south of Bundaberg, and I'm just following my mate, we were going a bit over the speed limit.

A cop car came the other way, and the lights went on, so I knew we were done.

We kept going, I started slowing down, watching in my mirrors, I saw them do a U turn and start coming back, yep, we're done.

I pulled over right then, why put off the inevitable. My mate kept going.

They raced straight past me, and went after my mate, so then he pulled over, and the cops pulled in behind him, it was about 150m down the road.

I figured that I was safe, they must have seen him while they were coming the other way, and not me, so they were getting him. I thought I'd just keep going, about a kilometre down the road, and then pull over and wait.

I got back on the road, and sped back up, as I got near the cops, they waved me in too. Arse.

I pulled in in front of my mate, turned off my bike, took off my helmet, and my ipod, and waited.

The cop came up, introduced himself, and asked for my license. He asked what speed I had been doing, and I said I didn't know, since I have to take my eyes off the road to check my speedo.

He asked me to estimate what speed I thought I was doing, and I said I guessed I had been doing about 125. He told me that he'd pegged my mate doing 122, so he was going to do me for the same.

Fine. Whatever. Just give me the ticket so we can get going I thought.

He asked me if I had any reason for exceeding 100km/hr, and I said I was just following my mate, and then he asked if we were travelling together, and I told him that we were.

He went back to the car. I sat there and waited. My mate called to me, so I walked over to speak to him.

He asked me what was going on, and I said I was being done for the same speed, and he asked me how, since they hadn't seen me doing it etc. I said I wasn't worried, I wasn't going to argue, I was just going to cop the ticket, since I doubt 22km over is a 4 point offence, so I'm not going to get suspended, I don't really care.

A couple of seconds later the cop who'd been busting my mate came back, and my mate started asking him why I was being done, and then the cop that was busting me called me over to their car.

I walked over there, and he told me that my license was currently suspended. "Eh?" I said.

He told me to come around behind the door, and he showed me on the terminal in their car that it showed that my license was suspended, due to accumulation of points.

I told him that I had no idea. That I'd been out of the state working, the mail must have gone to my QLD address, and I didn't know anything about it.

He asked me where I was going, I told him I was going to Brisbane, and he told me that I couldn't ride any further.

I just stood there, dumbfounded. The cop suggested that I get in the car, and my mate ride my bike back, and his girlfriend (which I corrected him, wife) drive the car.

I said that I would have to do that, and he asked if my mate had a bike license, and I told him that he did have an open bike license.

After that he gave me back my license, and the speeding ticket, and told me that I was going to receive a court summons, and this ticket was the least of my worries.

I walked back over to the car, on the passenger side, and stuck my head in the window, my mate asked what was going on, and I told him that I was fucked.

I told him that they'd found my license suspended, and I was going to be charged with something, and that I couldn't ride any further, and that he wood have to ride my bike back.

He jumped out of the car, and went around to the back of the car, and opened the boot, and started getting ready to ride, putting on trousers and boots and stuff.

The cops took off at this point, and just left us there.

My mate's wife got out, and went around and got in the driver seat of the car.

I walked over to my bike, and collected my helmet off the bike. I went back to the car, chucked my stuff in the back, and he finished getting dressed, and then went and got on my bike, and he took off.

I just sat in the passenger seat of the car, and felt sick.

In hindsight, I'm glad they didn't brethalise me, because I'm sure that considering the fact I'd had a couple of drinks within the last couple of hours, that I would have had a Blood Alcohol Content of more than zero, and then I would have been done for low range drink driving too.

There was some comedy CD on at the time, Denis Leary going off about something, I couldn't find it very funny. I just sat there with a pain in the pit of my stomach, feeling like I needed to spew.

We drove for 2 hours. I just sat there the whole time, didn't really say much at all, just sort of sat and felt sorry for myself.

We pulled in for fuel somewhere, and my mate filled up my bike. I wandered over and had a chat to him, telling him about how I felt, and that I was pissed off etc.

I went into the servo, and bought some juice, the woman working in there wanted to crap on about her son who's dyed his hair before. I really wasn't interested in having a conversation like this right at the moment.

I finally got away from her, and went back outside, we hung around in the servo for about 20 minutes, my mate had a couple of smokes, and made some phone calls, and then we got going again.

We did the next 2 hour leg of the trip, back to Brisbane.

We went through the toll booth at the start of the motorway, my mate's wife paying for both us, and my mate riding my bike behind us.

We continued south on the motorway, and there was a bit of a stuffup, my mate thought my bike was going to run out of fuel when we got near 200km, but because we were going slower now, it had another 40km or so of fuel left.

We pulled off at the next exit with fuel anyway, and we ended up in the servo we'd come to the other day, at Staplyton or whatever it's called.

I went over and spoke to my mate while he filled my bike up, having a go for the fact we'd missed the turnoff we were supposed to take, and ended up continuing south, but it was only by a couple of exists, so I don't know what he was bitching about.

When he finished filling, he went in to pay, and told me to move my bike, so I jumped on, and I rode it from the bowser across to a parking spot near where the car was parked.

After I did that, I got off, and saw a cop car parked near one of the bowsers, and a cop wandering around. Oh great, here we go, he'll wander over to have a go about me moving my bike 15 metres.

Nope, he just kept on going, ignored me.

My mate came out, and I mentioned it to him, and he said there's no way that cop would have done anything, because he had too many stripes on his arm, he probably wouldn't have even had a ticket book with him.

We hung around here for a bit. I asked if they expected there to be any coke or food back at my mate's sister in law's place, he said probably not, so I went into the servo, bought some bottles of coke, and packets of chips, and biscuits and other junk food.

I got back in the car, and he got back on my bike, and we travelled back to my mate's sister in law's place, and parked in the car port.

My mate's sister in law's girlfriend was there, she came out and said hello, and then we unloaded what we needed from the car, and went inside.

I sat down, and cracked into the grog. A few big glasses of the Bundy liqueur were good.

I couldn't be bothered finding anything proper to eat, so I just ate half a packet of rice crackers, before feeling a bit crook again.

We watched tv for a while, and then we all decided to go to bed.

My mate and his wife had a bed upstairs, I slept on the lounge downstairs.