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| 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:
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| Graeme in foreground, smiling. Nick in background, texting. |
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| Farmland surrounding Esperance |
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| Salt Pools |
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| Even Saltier Pools Pink! |
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| Getting closer to the Nullarbor |
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| The desolation of the Nullarbor Plain |
Half-way through our 5-hour flight, we landed on this:
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| Dirt air-strip at Border Village, on the border of WA and SA |
Then, we ate at this:
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| 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:
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| 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:
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| Graeme, Me, and John, our pilot |
