Martin Kotvojs, a 23-year-old Austrian emigrant, was feeling a little restless. He’d had his fill of the big smoke and longed to settle down in the country. But where? There was only one way to find out.
His daily commute – a 1951 CZ125 – was a most unlikely machine on which to tackle a lap of Australia, but with a couple of army surplus bags to carry extra fuel and a bedroll strapped to the frame Martin was on his