I’d hoped to do the Canyon Walk from Bright today, but John’s leg was playing up a bit. Since the main vein got filled up with blood clots in February, he has issues with pain and tiredness in it. The specialist told him at the time that solidified clot material had permanently narrowed the vein. Too graphic?
John wanted to make sure his leg was “saved” for bowls this afternoon, so I did the washing instead of doing a big walk in the morning. But after that was done and hung out, we did take dog across the swing bridge and for a walk on the track beyond it.
Footbridge over Ovens River near the caravan park
After John had gone off to bowls, there was some cloud build up, so I picked the washing in and draped it around the van to finish drying.
M, dog and I went for a walk across the bridge and to the cafe at Porepunkah. The big cloud build up had continued, and there was some thunder while we were walking. It did not appear to bother the dog – thank you, puppy school! After having coffees, we walked – fairly quickly back to camp, thinking ourselves lucky to get back dry.
Ovens River at Porepunkah
The rain set in later in the afternoon and continued into the night.
John put the ends onto the annexe to keep the area a bit drier. But the rain made things feel damp, and wet Couey’s outside bed, before we realized.
Tea was chicken thighs simmered in a jar of green curry sauce – a very mild one – with rice. The jar of simmer sauce was too big for us so M used some of it for her tea.
Again, early to bed for me, and John watching TV and on his laptop till later. I had been having some trouble sleeping, due to increasing pain in my injured shoulder, so felt tired much of the time.
There was definitely a morning routine developing with dog: up early and ready for morning walk with me.
After breakfast, John helped M change a tyre that had gone flat on the Troopy. Then we drove into Bright. M took the tyre in for repair – it turned out to be a worn tube, so she had to buy a new one of those.
Went to the Information Centre which was well set up and had a lot of information and things for sale – lots of browsing. John sat outside with dog. Then to the Bright Brewery. No live entertainment today, but M and John sampled the beers. I had a coffee.
Walked around the town for a while. I was looking for the Post Office, to mail a birthday card to son.
Bright had a number of interesting seeming shops. We couldn’t really go browsing in these, because of dog, but it was quite pleasant just walking around. Couey got better every time we took her around people.
Went to Woolworths. John and dog stayed in the car while M and I got various supplies.
Back to the van for a very late lunch.
Took dog for a little walk along the riverside track. Then it was time for happy hour at our van.
Ovens River at Porepunkah
Tea was soup, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, potato, tomato. That was a meal that John really enjoyed.
I had an early night. John watched TV until later. Apparently, he came back from his final trip to the bathroom, to find Couey on the bed beside me, with her head on his pillow! Fast learner that one.
Dog was up and about early, again, so I took her off walking, so John could sleep in, in peace.
After breakfast, we went off driving again, this time to Mystic Mountain, just to the south of Bright. The para gliders yesterday had intrigued John and he wanted to see where they launched from. We followed directions given in some tourist propaganda we’d picked up at the park office.
The designated minor sealed road turned into an unsealed dirt one, with lots of hairpin bends, and quite severe drops to one side. Not my favourite sort of road. At the top was a launch area – a big, cleared, pad with synthetic grass, leading to a steep drop off.
Launch area on top of Mystic Mountain
The outlook from here was pretty good. It was, after all, high up, in order for gliders to catch updrafts and currents that swirled amongst the ranges. Logging tracks in the forests were obvious. I suspected the track we’d come up had started its life as a logging track too.
Recently logged sections on mountains behind Bright
Unfortunately, also obvious were recently logged areas – a real landscape scar. Still, we need timber and if that is gained from pine plantations rather than native forests, I can cope……
Bright and the Ovens Valley from Mystic Mountain
A man arrived not long after us. He assessed the flying conditions as “marginal”. John chatted with him for a while. M and I walked further along, to look at different view angles. He didn’t launch his glider off whilst we were there. Pity – it would have been interesting to watch.
Clearly, dog did not like it when John and I were separated by some distance. She whined and complained. I presumed her pack instincts were kicking in, and she wanted said pack in one place – close!
We set off back down the “hairy” mountain, but detoured along a similar track to get to Huggins Lookout – lower down and closer to Bright.
From that Lookout, there were good views over the town.
Bright from Huggins Lookout
M and I had plans for this afternoon – to visit the Bright Brewery and listen to the live entertainment that would be on there. However, John had other ideas, having spotted the bowls club on our drives around town. He checked it out and discovered there was a game at 1pm today. So, after a quick lunch, he was away.
M and I went walking. Just along from the caravan park there was a little suspension bridge across the river. We took that – Couey wasn’t too sure about it at first, but trusted us, in the end. We intersected with the Rail Trail and followed that, towards Bright, as far as the 3km marker, past the pretty golf club. Then we backtracked to Porepunkah village. At the Rail Trail Cafe, we sat and had coffees. Couey had a bowl of water. I like places that think of dogs.
From there, we crossed on an old bridge, now pedestrian only, and followed the riverside track back to the park. It was a very pleasant, reasonably long walk that I thoroughly enjoyed.
When we got back, John was home from bowls, which had finished unusually early. He’d enjoyed himself and played well. Those two facts were probably linked!
We sat round chatting for the rest of the afternoon, talking about what we might do, after here. The original idea was – if the dog behaved acceptably – to mooch west along the Murray, until we felt it was time to go home. M might then head further on by herself – maybe up to Birdsville. Rutherglen was an attractive first place by the Murray to base ourselves for a few days, M and I thought.
Now, John had the idea that he would like to go and stay at Beechworth for a few days, from Friday next. That would be pleasant enough.
Several years ago, John met a fellow traveller namesake in the remote reaches of the Kimberley. That John hailed from these parts, having grown up in Beechworth, where my John’s parents hailed from, and was some sort of cousin. We had kept in touch. They now lived at Cheshunt. My John wanted to meet up again, to discuss some family history stuff that daughter had told him about. Hence the Beechworth idea. He couldn’t seem to grasp that Cheshunt is actually a considerable distance from Beechworth!
Had soup for tea, and the pasta I’d bought yesterday. I made a tomato and caper sauce to go with it – very nice.
After tea, while watching TV, John ate a lot of the walnuts bought yesterday. I am not sure of the limit of how many walnuts are good for people and how many are too many?
The dog woke up just before 7am. John had not tied her to the table leg, so she bounced up to us and onto the bed, doing that “Aren’t you glad to see me?” act. I got up and gave her breakfast and took her for a walk; dog might be a morning creature, but John isn’t. We walked for about half an hour along a trail beside the Ovens River – very pretty. Dog stayed firmly on the lead as I didn’t want to risk her running off in an unfamiliar area.
When we got back, I made a coffee and sat outside. Couey seemed content to be tethered to the van – as long as I was in reach. She surveyed the caravan park activity around us, with interest, but quite calmly. Very encouraging. M appeared, and that did elicit some excitement; she and dog are already firm friends.
Eventually John got going. After breakfast, we walked along the riverside track to the Porepunkah shops, where I bought a paper. On the way back, I stopped at the site of a couple I “knew” from a caravanning forum site – had known they were camped here for a period of weeks. Made myself known to them. It was nice to finally meet up in person and we chatted briefly.
Porepunkah-Bright area (Google)
The townships of Bright and Porepunkah, only a few kms apart, are located beside the Ovens River, in a valley surrounded by ranges. In this part of the State, settlements and farms follow the little creek and river valleys. The surrounding hillsides are covered by a mix of native forest and plantation pine trees.
The annual Nut Festival was happening this weekend, at Wandiligong, so we drove there. “Wandi” is an interesting, historic village, the location of a minor gold rush back in the 1860’s. This has left its legacy in old buildings and other structures associated with those times. These days there are orchards in the valley, and chestnuts, walnuts and hazelnuts flourish.
We found lots of cars parked in the narrow main street. Figuring they knew what to do, we parked also, and followed a small stream of people walking, eventually getting to the park where the events were – and where there was lots of parking available! How do these herd movements start?
The festival was fairly small and rather disappointing. There were some produce and nut stalls, some food, some live entertainment. Half an hour saw us having been right round the stalls and with really nothing else to do there. One of us had to hold the dog, on her lead, and that really wasn’t conducive to browsing. But she behaved quite well, rather bewildered and a bit scared by all the people – and other dogs.
I bought a kilo of walnuts, in shells, and some home made pasta. John bought a chorizo sausage for his dinner tonight.
On the way back from Wandiligong, we stopped for a few minutes on the roadside, to watch para gliders landing in the adjacent paddock. The area is a centre for this sport, and hang gliding too. The idea of jumping from a great height in the hope of defying the laws of gravity, definitely held no appeal for me.
Went to a supermarket to buy a cask of water, as I’d found the tap supply very heavily chlorinated. There are few things worse than chlorinated coffee. As this was to be a relatively short trip, John had not bothered to refresh the van’s tank water. Bought some ciabatta rolls too.
The autumn colours in the district were wonderful, as was the crisp, fresh, air.
It was back to the van for a late lunch, after which we sat round reading the paper.
I’d asked the acquaintance couple to our camp for happy hour. M was there too. It was pleasant chatting to them about our respective travels, although it got rather chilly sitting outside, which put a natural end to proceedings.
Tea was soup, followed by sausages in bread rolls. I had a couple of lamb and rosemary sausages, from the freezer, John had the one he bought earlier.
John watched football on TV. I intended to read, in bed, but quickly fell asleep, despite the TV noise.
We were up early. John still had a lot of his packing to do. Somehow, a lot had been left till the last minute. Yesterday, he’d mowed the lawns, and the exertion had left him quite breathless – bit of a worry.
Dog seemed to know something was afoot – she wanted to stay really close. Over the past couple of months, it had become evident that she had separation anxiety. This had manifested first in a pup training session when the trainer had us each leave our dog with her, then walk around a corner out of sight. It is the only time I have ever heard a dog properly scream! She was really upset. At home, she’d carried on and tried to climb the fences, if we both went out. We’d eventually solved that problem by spreading her rawhide bone with peanut butter and giving her that as we were leaving. Being a cattle dog, stomach took precedence over all else. So, us going out no longer worried her too much.
The van hitch up went smoothly. I thought we might be a bit out of practice. We were to meet up with friend M at our destination. This would be her first outing with the Troopy newly converted to a poptop camper.
Left home at 11am, on a lovely autumn day. Driving was pleasant, through Yea, Bonnie Doon, Benalla, Milawa, and thence to Porepunkah. It felt so good to be on the road, with the van, again.
The first Truck travel of any distance with the dog went fairly well. She had never been enthusiastic about car travel, unlike a lot of dogs. She would jump in alright, and accept being harnessed up, but then would bark and be agitated, until we started moving. Then she just wanted to get right down on the floor, or as close to it as her harness would allow, and stay there for the duration. Once we stopped, up she popped, and the barking routine started again, until she was let out. This pattern had developed over any short drives we’d done at home, like down to the Lake for a walk, and nothing we tried could alter the performance, even food.
Stopped in a pull-in area by the toilets at Bonnie Doon, where there was a little picnic area with a couple of tables. I’d packed lunch rolls before we left. Dog handled the nearby people and traffic alright, just wanted to stay by us.
Stopped just out of Milawa, by the roadside, because we thought dog might need a toilet stop and drink. This time, she was really scared; being on the roadside, traffic was passing close by. She panicked and got out of her harness. Luckily I managed to grab her before she did something crazy, like run on the road. More acclimatizing to this sort of thing needed!
I had booked us into an ensuite site at the dog friendly Porepunkah Pines Caravan Park. It was a pleasant park, not too large. There was frontage to the Ovens River and lots of large trees in autumn colours, shedding their leaves. Our en suite was very nice. $308 for the week, less $20.80 discount.
Porepunkah en-suite site
When we stopped in the Park, Couey, of course, was agitating loudly to get out, so I rope tied her to a nearby seat, while we backed the van in and unhitched. She was pretty good while we did that, then tethered her to the back bumper while we set up the van. Behaviour good. She seemed to be accepting of passing people, there were the occasional little barks at passing dogs.
M arrived after us, surprising, because we’d expected her to be earlier and faster than us. The site she had been allocated was too small – she had an annexe at the back of the Troopy and there was no room to put that out. She was moved to a bigger site; it was not all that level, but she was happy enough. The Park was quite full, so there were not many options. Her setting up was a bit slow – a new process.
When all was done, we got together at our van for an extended happy hour. I gave her some of the cauliflower and bacon soup brought with me, and some coleslaw, towards her tea. We had cold cooked chicken maryland pieces, brought from home for tea, too.
There was a large group of people of overseas origins staying in the cabins and congregating in the camp kitchen/BBQ area, which made it difficult for anyone else to access the barbeques or sink.
Dog was good sitting outside with us at happy hour, then inside when we went in for TV watching – John’s Carlton team was playing football. There were several forays outside during the evening, in case dog needed same. While we were watching TV, she slept on the floor at the bed end of the van. When we went to bed, she made no fuss about being transferred to under the table, and slept there throughout the night.
The night was chilly, but it was great to be out in the lovely fresh air again.
So far, so good, and so much better than our only van foray with Birdy.
About tea time last night, K, the lady who had bred Birdy phoned us again, with a bit of a saga.
Around New Year, she had bought a new pup for herself, a pure Stumpy-tail Cattle Dog, something she’d long wanted. This pup was the accidental offspring of two working dogs, somewhere down in South Gippsland, and was the only pup born (or that the farmer let survive?).The farmer was impatient to get his mother dog back working, so the lone pup was sold to K, at only six weeks of age.
A very fat sole pupLate December 2010
K’s existing dog – Birdy’s mother – acted as a kind of surrogate, ensuring some degree of dog socialization of the new pup.
Feb 2011 Couey and Birdy’s mum
Since New Year, though, K’s life had changed rather radically, she’d had to go to work full time, and she really had no time to train this new pup and manage two dogs.
Trouble managing that ear…..
We would really be doing her a favour if we would go round and see the pup, with a view to taking her.
This was just too soon for me. I was still a weeping mess over Birdy. I told John to make the token gesture of going round there, as he was more hard-hearted than me, and able to say no.
John returned. He and pup had taken one look at each other – and it was love at first lick! She was, he said, totally adorable. Moreover, he was sure she was looking at him in a way that was pleading for him to remove her from a rather rough and ready household of teenage boys, one of whom had named her Cougar.
There was really little discussion. John’s heart was committed.
Next evening, after dark, we both went to K’s, paid her for the out of pocket costs the pup had entailed, to date, and brought Cougar – soon to be Couey – home. K lent us the crate she was used to.
Couey was, at this time, four months old, all awkward gangly long legs. I had to agree with John – she was gorgeous. She tentatively explored the house, was only prepared to venture into the yard if one of us went with her, then seemed content enough to sleep on a footstool by my feet, while we watched TV.
First night in her new home…
Her first few, acclimatizing nights, were spent in her crate; then she graduated, happily enough, to what became her permanent bed.
Couey had never been out of K’s back yard, since arriving there on Xmas Eve. We were soon to find that, as a result, the outside world was a large and fearsome place to a timid dog. She was already house trained though – a blessing, and obeyed some basic commands. After a couple of days she was tentatively exploring the back yard – but not prepared to actually venture into the shrubbery.
Who could resist that face?
A couple of days after acquiring her, we took Couey for a Vet check. She cried while we were driving there in Truck! Had to carry her inside. She was two kgs heavier than Birdy was, at the same age. She checked out all OK. We resolved that she would benefit from puppy school, and booked her in for sessions run at the Vet Clinic.
Three days later, we ventured out with her on a lead, she totally froze, terrified, when a car went past. She walked much better on the lead than we’d expected – clearly a very quick learner. But she barked at other walkers on the trail, and cowered at objects like prams and cyclists. Poor little girl. Introducing dog and world would be a long process.
By now, we’d been well amused by Couey’s explorations about the place. She fell into the swimming pool and got a massive fright. Instinctively, she could swim – but in the ensuing seven years we lived there, she never once went swimming in that pool, or any body of clear water. This was good, in terms of pool upkeep. On a really hot day, if we were in the pool, she would – very carefully – pick her way down onto the broad top pool step and lie there, with her tummy in the water. We were to discover that muddy water was a different matter…..
It took Couey only a couple of days to discover a supply of ripe figs, dislodged from the large back-yard tree every night, by possums and bats. Clearly, she was not exclusively carnivorous.
Puppy school continued horizon broadening. At 4 months, Couey was older than the other pups, much bigger than all of them, and initially terrified of them all, cowering in the corner behind me. But it all improved, with time, though she never became much interested in dog play. Apart from a degree of dog socialization, and owner training, the trainer taught the pups to tolerate thunder. She taught me the enormous value of peanut butter – for training purposes and pill administering.
Play with it? Eat it? Run away from it?
After more research on the Stumpy breed, I found that purtist breeders and those showing the animals, regarded a mixed parentage of red with blue/black Stumpys as of no value. Couey had one red and one blue parent and this could be seen in some lights as a red tinge to her otherwise mostly black coat. I wondered if, in fact, K had seen this after acquiring her and realized she could never be used as a high quality breeder? Our gain……she was to become the best companion dog we’d ever known.
And so the weeks passed. By the end of April, Couey had been spayed, recovered, and we judged it was time to see how she took to caravanning……
About 11am, John was pottering about outside, and occasionally throwing a ball for Birdy, who would retrieve it and drop it back at his feet. After a couple of such throws, she brought the ball back – and dropped dead at John’s feet. Instant.
There had been no warning signs. She had seemed her normal self, right up to that moment.
Birdy being her normal self
We were both distraught, probably partly from the shock, as well as grief.
Birdy was buried by the camellia hedge, in a position we could see from the kitchen window. It was not far from where our previous dog, Butch, had been interred by son, back in 2000. That spot was now marked by a birdbath. We buried Birdy’s favourite cuddly blanket and ball with her.
It wasn’t until she was gone, that we fully realized just how much that often annoying little lady had endeared herself to us. I couldn’t stop crying.
John phoned our Vet, to try to get some idea about what had happened. We did not wanted her mutilated in an autopsy. Vet said it must have been a massive heart attack, or an aneurysm.
We decided to phone the lady who’d bred her, just for her knowledge, in case there was some genetic component to what happened. She was upset too, at the loss of one of “her” pups.
The house seemed empty.
In early April, the Bendigo family came down for the weekend. Grandson, who had been very fond of Birdy, had designed a memorial plaque, and daughter’s partner had it made up at her work. Grandson and John went shopping for a suitable rock, the plaque was attached to that, and we all placed it on the area where she was buried.
Several years later, when we were moving ourselves to Bendigo, we decided it would be fitting to take the Birdy memorial rock with us, to be relocated in our new garden, since we were also taking the Butch memorial bird bath too. Memories…..
We resumed our normal lives. I was making plans for some shorter forays with the van, once the bowls season was fully done and dusted.
Mid-month, I managed to hurt my right shoulder/upper arm. I was relaxing in the spa bath after a bout of gardening outside in the heat. Birdy came charging in, as was her habit, to check where I was, and decided to make off with my sandal, while she was at it. I took a backhand swipe at her and just connected, behind me. Instant realization …..that wasn’t a great idea. Hurt. Me much more than her. She didn’t even notice it and I had to haul myself out of the bath to go chase my sandal.
By the next day, had shooting pains down the arm and into the fingers, when I tried to do things.
Then Birdy hurt her paw somehow. In sympathy? No – probably attacking the wooden side fence, behind which live the two next-door dogs. A toenail was torn nearly off. She was limping badly and doing an excellent “poor dog me” act. John took her to the Vet, who took off the nail and trimmed a couple of others. She didn’t limp at all when she arrived back home – until the local anaesthetic wore off. Then she sulked and slept for the rest of the day.
My doctor said I’d torn ligaments/tendons in the shoulder, when I backhanded Birdy. He wanted to give me a cortisone injection, but I am wary of those, so received a course of anti-inflammatories instead. And a flu shot, to add insult to injury. He reckoned I would be back – for the cortisone!
We had to be up early. Went down and had a buffet breakfast in the hotel; a continental breakfast was included in the cost, as was a Weekend Australian, which I took with me.
The hotel called us a taxi and we were at the airport by 8.30am. Had to queue to check in our luggage – and there were queue jumpers.
It took us ages, as usual, to get through Security, while they checked out John’s hips triggering their alarms. Whilst I waited, they did an explosives check on me. Again. Must be something about the way I look?
Our flight was delayed by weather. Very delayed. The plane was to go to Port Lincoln and back, before loading us and going to Melbourne. It was still on the tarmac in Adelaide at this time!
Once it was confirmed that our boarding would be over an hour late, we got called to collect a $10 meal voucher each. Not really generous – $10 didn’t buy much at airport prices. By then, I’d read the paper and was bored.
John went and sat where he could watch planes out the windows and got himself coffee and a pie. I went and sat in a comfy chair, away from the windows, where I could hear announcements, and just got a coffee. Qantas got off cheaply with me.
I was concerned that we wouldn’t now get to the kennels to collect the dog, and the place did not open on Sundays. Looked up the phone number on the laptop and called them – they were open until 5pm today. All I could do was hope.
It was after midday when we boarded. The Dash 8 didn’t rank with the big boys, being parked right out beyond the walkway end, so we had to walk across the tarmac to it. It was a propellor driven plane – bit of a novelty, these days.
A Dash 8 plane
The plane made up time to Melbourne, but of course we lost time crossing back to Melbourne time. The flight was alright. We had the two rear-most seats, which were excellent. Only the galley was behind us. Again, we had to walk across the tarmac from the plane, in Melbourne.
Collected luggage, phoned Jetport Parking, who turned up really quickly. The car was ready to go.
The drive to the kennels, out near home, was alright. Roads not too busy. We made it before closing time.
Birdy seemed rather confused to see us. The owner tried to demonstrate her newly acquired skills – walking to command, sitting, dropping down. He seemed very rough with her and she appeared too scared for my liking. He said we had to learn how to walk her and boss her into obedience. All very well but I did not want a terrorized pup.
Finally, after parting with about $1200, we got her into the car and proceeded home. The dog was quite subdued, but obviously recognized home. I decided she was feeling good to be back.
I did a quick trip to the local IGA for some basics, like milk, and we bought a fish and chip tea.
Did some unpacking. Birdy was quickly back into her normal routines. It was good to be back home with her. I thought she’d had a pretty tough time. The hair was worn completely off her front “elbows”.
Early night. It had been another long, and rather stressful, day. John would have to be up in good time tomorrow for the last match of the pennant bowls season. Back to normal……
The trip had been wonderful. So much so, that we might do it again, some time in the future. But maybe a couple of months later in the year?
I had been the one who had been unenthusiastic about the idea of the Ghan experience. I was so wrong. Absolutely loved it, totally converted, definitely want to travel on the Indian Pacific too.
We followed the same morning routine, breakfasting as the train passed through Port Augusta. This was our last train meal.
The route from there to Adelaide seemed to me to be a bit round about as it wound around, but was interesting, as we passed through little towns at regular intervals.
The corridor outside our compartment
Just out of Crystal Brook, we saw where the line where the Indian Pacific train, from Sydney, joined ours. We’d already added the Indian Pacific journey to the bucket list – a mutual decision. The Indian Pacific and Ghan shared the same route, from Adelaide, to Tarcutta, north of Port Augusta, where the line to Perth headed west.
Daytime travel mode
Pulled into the Adelaide terminus about midday. It wasn’t the old, main station I’d assumed, from where I’d sometimes caught the Overland to Melbourne, but one on the western edge of the city – newer.
After getting off the train we had to wait around for what seemed like ages, for our luggage to appear, on trolleys. It was pouring rain. Then there were not enough taxis, so we had to wait for one of those, too.
From Darwin to Adelaide in three days and two nights
We were booked into the Comfort Adelaide Riviera Hotel, on the northern edge of the CBD. The only reason we were overnighting in Adelaide was to give a buffer time, between the train getting in and our flight to Melbourne going out. Delays can happen and it seemed smarter to have some wriggle time.
We had decided to fly back to Melbourne rather than catch the Overland train. That would have been a long day trip, sitting up, with no private compartment. The idea did not appeal.
Our room was adequate, but not in the same class we’d become accustomed to! Our room window looked out onto a light well, hence a wall. Yuk. It felt a bit gloomy and caged in. But it was clean enough, even if some parts were showing their age. The staff were very helpful – a plus.
I went online on the laptop and got our Qantas boarding passes for tomorrow. Had them emailed to the hotel, then went down and got them printed. Good service.
John wanted to go for a walk in the CBD, find some food, despite the rain. I wasn’t keen, especially as we could get what appeared to be perfectly adequate meals in the hotel. But off we went.
We got very wet as we walked the few blocks to Rundle Mall. There were the usual city centre shops in the Mall. There were also performers from the Comedy Festival that was happening. We wandered up and down the Mall for a while.
Ended up eating in DJ’s food court. John went for the usual pie and pasty, I had a Nando’s salad. That was late lunch/early dinner.
Walked a different route back to the hotel. It was still raining. John was looking for a place to buy some takeaway alcohol, but such are pretty rare in city centres and he didn’t find same.
Back in our room, I read the paper, John watched TV. I snacked on chocolate biscuits bought in Darwin.
Repacked for the plane, transferring our train stuff back to the big cases. Kept our on board items to an minimum, not being sure what we could take on a Dash 8 plane.
Our room was, at least, quiet, and we slept alright.
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