friday.. july 25, 2008
we hear yvonne puttering around early.. same routine, bathrooom, shower , now preparing breakfast.. she made an omelet, toast and grilled tomato halves.. forgot how much i like tomatoes with eggs... yvonne actually seemed lighter after we told her we had to leave due to fb's bad back... fb will explain the dramatic role he pulled off... boy he fooled me... a real pro this guy... we think that yvonne was feeling guilty about not being around to host the woofers from afar.. and about the amount of work stewie dealt us.. in her defense she was busy helping her daughter move... dont blame her... we really didnt need anyone to be there...they dont get many woofers in quorn as they are off the beaten track.. who knows what suckers they will get to do this job next..
yvonne drove us to the bus. stewie seemed abit sheepish.. the street was desolate my friends...except for the lone guy with long hair sitting on a curb reading..another girl came by.. they knew each other so he spoke.. and he did give us some help.. told us to go to travel agent for questions about train to darwin... the bus driver on this ride to strangeland was nice and friendly.. one older lady talking loud in the back of bus.. other older people with walkers that have been piled in a heap in the front of bus by driver, brian. a younger guy with a walker that we picked up right in front of his home and a bleach blonde lady dressed in pink from head to toe.. that we had to go back after as brian forgot her..how could he forget a lady in pink... he was in good spirits about it.. the people go in on fridays for shopping and dr. appts.. etc.. we bumped into one of the people that we met at the barbeque.. that story you dont know yet.. this lady said.. come back to australia.. we'll take care of you and laughed.. she and her hubby going on a holiday for 2 weeks fishing and then to south america...
port augusta or strangeland was kind of depressing.. to put it mildly.. wouldnt want to stay there long, not even overnight.. so we went to travel agaent and got bus ticket to alice springs. overnight... had all day on our hands so we went to the library for quite a while.. art gallery... loud teens at library .. finally at 6 .. library closing time we went back to bus station.. pretty dreary.. a man looking like jesus. long hair.. i thought a bum sort of.. but he bought his own food, not cheap,,, had a ticket... and when we got to alice he was heading to darwin next... maybe a bus pass... nice rucksack.. old style... and he looked like he had a crown of thorns around his head... back to station.. woman working there made us beans and eggs.. good cowboy grub.. wondered why we would go to ayers rock.. only a big red rock she said... maybe she was a philosopher... it is a very spiritual rock for the aboriginals... she had no interest in much travel.. lived in port augusta all her life.. lots of aboriginals walking around .. none have jobs.. very hot.. maoris seem to mix into their towns, work, and have businesses...
slept for awhile on bus..the usual gas and potty stops at roadhouses..coffee for driver... no loud music on this bus.. driver also served as mail deliverer... stopped at rural roadside places and put mail in these tall white boxes..then locked them... he braked a few times.. assume for kangaroos.. it was pitch black...
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