|Jan, Wayne, Chris, and Malcolm on the dock.|
And Quinn too.
and a walk on the beach with friends,
we said farewell to Adelaide and those whom we love dearly and embarked on the second and final leg of the concert tour.
Destination: Victoria and New South Wales.
Thirteen days. Eight cities. Eight concerts. No sweat.
We're in Wagga Wagga now.
Isn't that fun to say?
I'm laid up with a sinus infection, and Graeme is off, not feeling much better himself, performing with Nick. I hope it's going well. I'm sure it is.
Today being the second day on the road again, I don't have much to share--except that we splurged tonight and ordered room service--risotto with ham, spinach and mushroom--and it was so convenient, and so good, and I didn't think to take a picture of it until it was long gone.
But I want to back up a few days to last Friday and tell you about our flight from Esperance back to Adelaide.
With Nick's father John as our pilot, we flew in this:
|Graeme in foreground, smiling.|
Nick in background, texting.
|Farmland surrounding Esperance|
|Even Saltier Pools|
|Getting closer to the Nullarbor|
|The desolation of the Nullarbor Plain|
Half-way through our 5-hour flight, we landed on this:
|Dirt air-strip at Border Village, on the border of WA and SA|
Then, we ate at this:
|Road house at Border Village, where we ate lunch. |
Other than this, BV is made up of a few out-buildings,
some sleeping quarters and a fuel station.
From the air, Border Village looked like this:
|Border Village from the air. Population: 20.|
Basically, it's a service station and roadhouse
on the highway that crosses the Nullarbor.
At the end of our flight, tired but happy, we posed for this:
|Graeme, Me, and John, our pilot|