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Kings Canyon

A late start for bush walking and climbing at 9 am but earlier than most days πŸ™‚ We arrived at the canyon and Brian took off armed with water , apples, lollies and cashews to complete the rim walk. I insisted he take the snacks ha ha. I walked far enough only to see the incline he walked up , looked up to the top of the rim, acknowledged its a long way to the top and headed back to the shade shelter where I am now blogging from.

Even from this vantage point low on the ground the sights and sounds are amazing!There is a breeze ( albeit hot) blowing and every now and then as it channels through the canyon it produces an eerie moaning. Reminds me a little of the sound made when blowing into an empty can.The pitch varies slightly in each moan. There are birds chirping loudly and the crickets are joining them in song.As I sat listening to the concert a small lizard of about 15 scampered near my feet then shot off at speed into the low scrub. The silence is broken by the occasional bus or car, laughter , overhead helicpters and the crunch of shoes on the fine red gravel of the paths. Looking straight at the canyon in the silent times ( which are of the most) its easy to believe I am the only person here. My own picnic at hanging rock experience..but I shall not wander off πŸ™‚

The landscape here is so different to that of the Ulura area. The smooth yet weathered look of Uluru and Kata Juta is replaced by layered rocks. The rocks here at the canyon are layers of rock laid down when the area was actually of a marine nature then ‘newer ‘ layers represent the current type of environment. The brown layers have a purple sediment between some layer. This contributes to a different brown type appearance than the colour at Uluru. The erosion leaves an irregular craggy appearance and grass and stubby shrubs and small trees grow on the exposed faces of the canyon in parts.

The drive here for the last 160kms showed green and brown grasses, flowering shrubs nd green leafed trees so much fresher and watered in appearance then around Uluru. They hide the red soil in the most from view. We pulled over at one time cause there were melons it seemed everywhere. These melons were paddy melons, an introduced species that is deadly to livestock .Earlier on the drive close to Uluru mushrooms had sprung up roadside along with small green tufts of grass, after the heavy rain of the night before . The red soil was compacted with the water .

Brian returned from his walk complete with some fabulous photos. We grabbed a paddle pop each ($7) and headed of to Kathleen Springs. After a picnic lunch of leftover from last night’s BBQ. We headed off on the walk that would take us to a waterhole.

The Luritja people believe this to be the home of the rainbow serpent . It is a sacred site. The water appeared dark but on closer inspection it was actually the reeds at the bottom darkening the look. There is a seat overlooking the waterhole for reflection. Before the silence was broken by some reed throwing , loud whistling children, you could hear the rustle of reeds, the calls of birds and a frog’s croak . Looking up at the rock layers of the rock face you old imagine the Luritja people here paying homage to the serpent. Before arriving at the waterhole you walk through a sacred site called Ipitilki . There is a rippled rock displayed as a sign left by Inturrkunya ( the carpet snake) . Just before this sign, as if on cue ( maybe it was) a small death adder snake slithered across the path. Just as we almost made it back to the van the heavens opened with heavy rain. All the locals are excited as apparently here like at Uluru not a raindrop has been felt for five and a half months ( perhaps they should invite me to visit more often hahaha) . Bought I&J beef patties to BBQ ever hopeful of the weather improving. πŸ™‚ Learnt how to BBQ in the rain haha



Today was our last day at the rock. Brian wanted to climb the rock , not my idea of fun but I had a lot of books on my ipad could read while he waked. Armed with the dodgy camera – to risky to take the good one ha ha – he walked to the area where the walkers were starting. In the short space of time between parking ( and we parked close as we qualify up here as a BUS in our campervan) it was closed – rain predicted…blue sky but maybe it was raining in Perth or Adelaide. Disappointed Brian and happy me (was scared for him walking) headed back the walk I had missed the day before. This time it was a cool time only 34C lol. After the walk we drove on to Kata Juta ( Olgas) these too were amazing and so massive!


While they looked of the same material as Uluru they had grass growing over them in many parts. By the time we arrived there it as near 11:30am and already 36C . I decide I could see the Olgas and that was sufficient for me. Brian chose to walk to the first section of the Valley of the winds walk. I sat instead under a shelter with a roof made of grasses which actually mad the dry heat almost bearable . They have beautifully crafted seats made from wood with no two the same. They are complete with gnarled wood polished smooth . I chatted there to others also waiting for walkers. One little boy had the right idea. He said , ” this place needs air conditioning.” I agreed with him and thought moving walkways would also be a good idea. Perhaps I should forward these ideas to the Parks and Wildlife people hahaha. Let’s face it, with the hot weather here who wouldn’t want those suggestions carried out. πŸ™‚
We did a picnic lunch ( everything is always so close at hand in this van) then drove the three and a half hours to Kings Canyon resort. We picked up meat now we know how to work the gas we were determined to BBQ. On arrival we asked to stay an extra night over the one we had booked. The man was accommodating despite the park being near full and gave us a site where we could stay both nights as the one we had previously been allocated would have someone else coming in tomorrow. Then he dropped the clanger…there is no Internet except their paid one and no cell phone coverage. Massive panic…how could I let the kids know we had arrived safely . Then I remembered those things used in the dark ages to call people…the thing that you needed to put coins in…the public telephone. Called Tim and let him know we were here and were staying the extra night. Phew!!

Then we drove to our site only to find someone else already in it. Returned to reception where they gave us the original site and said they will move the newcomers to another site tomorrow so we can stay put πŸ™‚ hope no one else is in our site tomorrow lol. Then it was BBQ Time. I decided to cook since Brian had done all the driving. Fought with the BBQ again, fiddled with connections then woohoo it was all cooking with gas…literally hahaha. Cooked a feast up, sausages, steak , rissoles and onions . Served it up with a salad…so domesticated πŸ™‚
Then all the ‘locals’ came out flashing cameras in my direction. Camera flashes came from behind me. Squeals of “Look over there”, filled the air with excitement. “Quiick , get me the camera” ,others called to their friends. I must admit I had just finished cooking which is an unexpected event for me ( newsworthy to capture on film.?? Hardly, I thought. I was sitting at my table in a pretty black floral tunic with black crop leggings, a gold necklace with three large rings attached ( Tiffany fake lol but I guessed maybe they hadn’t realised) and diamantΓ© encrusted thongs having ditched the now red stained pink and white joggers-perhaps photo worthy …but I’m a stranger so I didn’t get their excitement. Did they think it was Abbey Lee from Dance Moms was in the campsite???
I turned to see these camera wielding fiends to ask why they were photographing me. I turned to behind me…mind you Brian was watching that way already from his seat position.there sulking around was a DINGO!
There I was sitting in a fold up canvas chair unable to drag it with any ease in the gravel. I needed to push the table away if I were to escape but that too was hard to move with its legs stuck on gravel. What do you do if a dingo is near?? Instinct said run. Here I was with my iPad at hand to google what to do but in this place there was no Internet or cell phone connection ( actually more terrifying to me than this dingo to be honest). Brian’s response -‘it’s walking on don’t worry’ . But I could read in his eyes the story he was already contemplating the story he would sell to the Woman’s Weekly him contemplating the dress shoes and hair style he would wear for the photoshoot to go with the story , the suitably forlorn face… ( hmmm or is that what I was planning had the dingo been coming from the opposite direction hahahaha) .
Then as my life flashed before me I noticed the camera flashes were moving up the street as the dingo stalked a new prey…or just went to check out new bins πŸ™‚ You could tell where it was during the night least while others were awake cause the camera flashes followed it like hungry paparazzi . Least I can now say I saw a dingo.

Tomorrow we , when I say ‘we’ though I mean Brian , are off to Kings Canyon to walk the rim. It starts with 500 steps up in incline equivalent to the Uluru walk. I plan on blogging in the 3 hours or so it takes to walk the rim .


Happy 25th anniversary to us (Wednesday 26th Sept)

Woke early and drove out to the rock for sunrise.2% rule dictated that there was cloud cover . Anyway we walked ( yes I walked wearing joggers hahaha) up to a viewing platform and waited and watched as the sun broke through the cloud barrier. After seeing the monster go to sleep last night as the light changed , it did seem like the monster slowly woke from its slumber, stretched and then began its watchful sentry position overlooking this part of the world. I could never before have believed the way an inanimate object could actually seem to display personality.

Had breakfast then began some walks around the rock. It’s true size is more easily able to be comprehend this close. The first walk led us to views of rock art in several caves . It was fascinating to view things I’d seen online for real. We saw a waterhole, now dried up from the drought . The vegetation remained green here. It was a cooler part than the sun drenched rock paths though the term cool was not true . It’s really hot around 36C . When we bought water to bring on our trip prior to leaving Alice Springs Brian mocked my choice of quantity. Now he is understanding. I have never actually consumed so much water in my life I think πŸ™‚ the recommendation is about a litre an hour when walking and it’s about how much you seem to consume without counting.


Our next walk was becoming hot and unbearable . It was to another waterhole I wanted to see. But at 37C I completed about half the walk and turned back to the shade centre nearby. Brian continued on and to my disappointment apparently it was only about 200ms further from where I had stopped. But I had already walked back to the car , and at that temperature no way was I walking back again.

Thursday we are going back so I can do it in the cooler part of the morning. Headed off to the cultural centre ( me with hopes of air conditioning,but not to be ha ha ) . We walked through the information section . Here were explanations of beliefs relating to the rock and surrounding areas. Then we went to the art gallery. Brian chose an aboriginal painting made by an elderly lady. The paintings are done at a respite centre. Wonder how much of the exorbitant cost goes to the artist and how much stays at the gallery. I’m guessing it’s not the artist that reaps 😦 exhausted and hot we returned to the campground to rest before our Sounds of Silence dinner.


We glammed up and at 5 15 headed to the coach pick up for our tour. The coach arrived right on time and off we headed to the other resorts collecting other patrons. The sky was a stunning purple grey colour . I had read on the weather channel about a month ago tonight would storm. I was optimistic though cause the coaches had collected us and I just guessed they too knew how to check the weather radar. But no ! At the last resort we were told the dinner had to be cancelled due to the weather and we could rebook or have a refund. I could have cried ( but I had my thick Max Factor mascara on and no way was I wearing panda eyes. :)). We decided to choose a refund. The decision was based on that we could stay an extra night at the rock, but it could rain again as per predictions. That would mean we would not get to see all the sights I had carefully planned our time for. We decided we wanted to see more of NT more than we wanted the dinner. So, we asked the hostess for the best restaurant in the resort complex and there we headed. We stayed on the coach and it dropped us there, but it turned out lots of the other cancellers had also decided on this restaurant and walked there while we sat on the coach. The restaurant was totally booked , the explanation was ‘ all the sounds of silence people had made bookings’ . The only table would be one at 8 45 and it was about 6 pm at that time and with such an active day I knew I’d be asleep by then! I pulled my trump card out ‘Its our 25th wedding anniversary and I planned this 9 months ago’ combined with my suitably sad face ( no act in either). The hostess whispered “i can put you in at 7 15 but if anyone asks say you had made a tentative booking for that time” Happy to say that we accepted the table and headed to the bar for a drink while we waited.


The restaurant was amazing. The food was delicious and incorporated some bush tucker into each dish. I had for entree the tomato with boccini , Brian had the tempura prawns. For main I had pork with bush plum sauce and hazelnuts in a sweet toffee dressing served with mashed sweet potato while Brian had the sirloin with tomato jus and potatoes. Desserts were amazing. I had the macadamia and chocolate pudding served with sugar coated macadamias , chocolate sauce and ice cream. Brian had blood orange sorbet. The hostess had frequented our table several times times, took photos for us and checked everything was right. We had been treated like royalty. tater dessert the hostess returned to our table again with a white platter. On it was a ‘Happy 25th anniversary ‘ and two peppermint chocolate balls on it.


The night that had started out so disappointing was made so special by this lady. She said when I had told her the importance of the day she just couldn’t not but help us celebrate. I’m sure good karma will flow her way ( and an email from me to the manager ha ha) .And, Brian was happy cause we saved $100 hahaha
Happy anniversary to us. ❀


Uluru vacation…Griswold style :)

Monday we left The Ghan at Alice Springs. Despite sleep being a little less than satisfactory on the whole I really enjoyed the experience. That was actually lucky cause if I hadn’t I would have been anticipating the trip during this leg of my journey ha ha πŸ™‚
On reflection traveling The Ghan made me realise it’s the journey not the destination in the old conundrum, well….least in this case. In the 25 hours and $$$ we spent on tickets we could have saved a lot of money using a plane to Alice Springs and been there in a few hours or even flown to foreign countries in the same time this epic trip takes but the time we actually spent talking , the scenery we saw, the laughs we had about the train ‘cabin’ , the chats to others about their lives, the wild camels ( well Brian missed those as he chose sleep haha) all contributed to the trip.
We spent the night in Alice Springs. We asked around if there was a cake shop in the area but each time we asked the question was met with the strange quizzical look. We ended up finding a cafe that was serving cakes so we ate in rather than taking it back to the hotel. Oh and this time my ‘it’s our anniversary worked a treat. We had booked a cheap double room but on arrival the lady said she was upgrading us to the deluxe king…luxury.!!


The next morning we arrived to collect our van ready to hit the road Griswold style. We watched the compulsory DVD about the van then after paying our money we went outside .there was the van. It was so much bigger than we expected! We unloaded our gear from our suitcases stashed it safely in the lockers , cupboards then hit the road to go to Woolies for food supplies. We realised the van height meant we had to park outside but what we didn’t realise was we also needed two car parks long wise for the length , and of course there were none. Then we saw it! A space that nosed into another space. It had wire up near it so we knew this was the best place we could park. We were excited by our find. After parking we headed off to buy groceries. This was all non eventful and we returned to our van to unpack it. Our once just for us car park now had a cement truck pouring cement near that wire!! OMG,Β  we walked over quite sheepishly expecting to get told off for parking there…but NO, the cement guys apologized for having sprayed some concrete water on our van and were actually armed with rags about to clean our van off, which they did despite our embarrassed requests for them not to worry. Brian moved the van to a new spot and we loaded it up. It was now close to half past 11, well behind on our schedule. We had lunch cause we hadn’t had breakfast and then hit the road.





Saw Mt Connor in the distance after hours of driving and new we were getting close.

Excitement was mounting then we rounded a bend and there on the side horizon it was! Uluru…it looked huge and majestic just perched there with the Olga’s to its left. I was beside myself snapping photos . We stopped in to check in at the campground but all I wanted to do was get to the rock before sunset….which we did! Set up the table and chairs and dips and at he’d the colours deepen as the sun faced behind clouds ( not as I had booked this scene hahaha) . Then. Decided we had enough time to drive a lap around the rock before the park closed so off we headed. People had told me the draw it has, I’d mapped it’s dimensions on a google map of Terrigal but NOTHING could prepare me for this amazing site. It’s colour was changing from a red to a somber purple and it just seemed as if it were sinking down to sleep. It looked as if it were settling in for the night eyes closing with every drop in light.its just something you can not imagine. It felt like you needed to slink away quietly so as not to disturb its slumber now. And so we did. We headed back to our campsite to barbeque on our van’ s BBQ. Brian fiddled with it, no go! I took over and still no go. Watched the DVD and it seemed we had connected it right but nothing. In desperation as starving travelers we microwaved some lamb steaks and sausages… Not bad cause I’m the microwave queen lol. Washed up our dishes after eating ( why was this fun here???) then it was time to put the bed together and get some sleep. It was heading to 11:30 and we were going to be up and on our way at 5:30 to watch that monster under the sun’s rays of a new day.



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Chapter 3 All Aboard or Ramblings of a sleep deprived woman

There was an advertised bush poet on the train but apparently she only read her poems in the gold class lounge ( we are in pauper red since there was no upgrade when i told them it was my 25th wedding anniversary and that usually works usually wonders hee hee )

So since I’m up and cant Facebook or draw something as there is no Internet access, I will create some poems of my own.

An acrostic poem hahaha


a rhyming couplet

On a train called the Ghan
Many years it has ran
Heading out along the plains
I hope it doesn’t rain

Hahahahaha kid style lol

Wonder what time they start serving coffee. My ticket entitles us to 4 free coffees πŸ™‚

Yaaayyy the lights are back on.

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Chapter 2 of All Aboard…or All are bored :))

Yeah right next time I wake I will be in Central Australia in Northern Territory !!!!! bwahahahaha ( insane laughter of a woman on an few hours of broken sleep lol) . Next time I awoke after drifting off was 10:05 pm and even without my iPad GPS I just new I wasn’t out of SA lol. I decided to look out the window and saw the most amazing black sky splattered with white stars and so many large ones. Too good to miss, I woke Brian ( yes he was asleep ha ha) to see this but he informed me the window didn’t go up as far as the second bunk, so he just went back to sleep. The train stopped at just after 10 30pm it has scheduled stops for what I’m not sure cause on my side of the train I saw no action. The next scheduled stop was to be at 11:30pm ( I knew this from having read the current edition of Platform magazine which they give you ) . Again for what the stop was for I’m not sure. Anyway through fit fell bouts of naps I remembered there was a 2 hour stop at a place called the link for people going to Cooper Pedy. I knew that would signal a chance for 2 hours of sleep . The train was scheduled to arrive a 1:40 and it did ( yes I’m clock watching lol) and luckily for me once again whatever was happening was silent and on the other side of the train. I willed myself to sleep and it seemed it worked! For the next second I was woken by the familiar rocking starting and the engine sound droning. What? So not fair! They headed off at 3:31 that’s 9 minutes early! Whoever heard of a train leaving early??? Argghhhh
Decided at this point sleep was done for the evening so dressed and headed for the lounge car , where I am writing this in a room with 4 other insomniacs πŸ™‚ There is one man in here who has watched movies on his laptop for the duration of the trip. He watched them all day yesterday, was here when I left for bed and was still here when I returned. He isn’t laughing so I guess they are serious movies. Sleep is vastly overrated. I just watched the moon adopt an orange hue as it moved slowly down towards the horizon. I can see a black sky burning bright with the twinkle of a million lights that would do Vegas proud. No dream in slumber could be that amazing.

It’s 4:30 am. The staff wander through occasionally always with a walkie talkie in hand but this time a male staff member walked through with a huge torch . Wonder what job he is headed for …. Oops now the lights are on an emergency glow like look. I guess he is doing something that necessitated the lights being removed. Headed back to the cabin and in there poor Brian had his slumber disturbed cause the emergency light switched on in here too.

I hope that sunrise isn’t too far away. I’m guessing it will be around 6 am.

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All aboard

Had a sleep in…well deserved and needed. Caught a taxi to Rundle Mall for breakfast. Adelaide it seems is the city of the $10 multiples cab fares. Always $10 or $20 haha. Had the breakfast special of bacon and eggs for , you probably guessed it ‘$10’. Poor Brian tho, they had run out of orange juice, fancy running out of a staple :)) During breakfast Brian remembered his favourite store of Adelaide was nearby…not Rivers this time but Haig’s…a more palatable choice I might add . We dragged our suitcases to the place he remember and sure enough it was there. In he went and came out with only a packet of chocolate coated sultanas, an unusually small purchase for the chocolate fiend .

Caught another $10 can ride to the Adelaide Parklands Terminal. The train was in the station and the length of it , despite all my google knowledge arming me with the knowledge, was amazing to see! Lucky for me our carriage was about midway which was close to the entry doors onto the platform. No upgrade tho 😦 the booking clerk was obviously just being polite about it being our anniversary ha ha. My plan broken down by the fact the rail company had a special on this month to obviously fill the train boo hoo !

We were escorted to our cabin on embarking. Cabin is a hyperbole. Perhaps they should be named ‘ Can you really fit two adults in a rectangle 2 metres by one and a half metres wide’ haha . Those measurements may in fact err on the side of enthusiasm lol. We sat there practising contortions cues I had my bags that needed space too πŸ™‚ We checked out the goon bags oops ghan bags ( iPad predicted textlol) they had in the cabin for us. Inside were tissues and toiletries….and ear plugs ( we sensed then the train might be a little loud πŸ™‚ Once the train departed Adelaide (exactly on time I must say) we closed the cabin door. We looked each other in the eyes, a meaningful look….reading each others mind we could hold ourselves back no longer . Attempting to beat each other out the door we made our way to the lounge car hahaha. All jokes aside the cabin was fine as a day seat.The seats were comfortable and sort of lounge size. There was a fold down table too.




The train gives a commentary about some of the places as we pass. When we travelled through a town called Crystal Brooks we were told how it was on the Goyder Line. In 1865 Goyder observed the vegetation changes and advised past this line the rainfall was not suitable for crops . He wasn’t believed at first and people settled the area despite his opinion. This explained the numerous deserted, broken down buildings abandoned by settlers as they could make no living on the land. We also saw the salt pans of Port Augusta. I hope this all proves rewarding knowledge at my trivia nights one day πŸ™‚

We watched during our daylight hours , the vegetation changes that Goyder had referred to. We saw the houses of Adelaide disappear , the trees give way to scrub and the sandy soil change to red. As the sun set though we realised Uluru is not alone in this world . We saw its sister ( will add photo later for comparison. Obviously Uluru is the Marcia Brady and this one Jan πŸ™‚
Around 6 30 the sky was darkening as the sunset. Then the train began rolling through a tunnel of darkness. We ate dinner, Brian had braised steak and I had pasta bake. Not much choice but it was tasty which was good. Then, we decided to brave the cabin again. The cabin was fairly sound proof of train noises and the journey smooth. I was exhausted, it’s amazing how doing nothing can tire you. It was only 9 pm but I was sure I would be able to sleep. We ,well Brian ( no room for two in there while the beds came down) pulled the beds down. They are slim but look inviting nevertheless with their crisp white linen and maroon doona with GHAN symbols. Slinked into bed and it was surprisingly comfortable. In the darkened roomier was easy for the earlier sense of claustrophobia to disappear. The motion of the train would surely rock me fast into ‘Morningtown’. Everyone else seemed to be heading to cabinsjudging by the steps along the corridor outside.
The train announcement just said we will no longer be in South Australia but Central Australia and that this would be the last message for the night so they bid us goodnight. So, on that note I will bid you all a goodnight too. won’t be able to post this until tomorrow as there is no Internet out here …
Goodnight Jim Bob, goodnight Mary Ellen πŸ™‚


Salt pans of Port Augusta

SUNSET past Port Augusta

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And so the journey begins

Woke up early so I could say goodbye to Tim before he left for work. Had a fairly straight forward start to the morning. All packed, dressed, and on time. Seemed to good to believe for a Butta trip :).but then the 2% club reared it’s ugly head. The handle on my suitcase wouldn’t go down into the case all the way 😦 Brian suggested getting another one down from the roof attic which has its entry through the garage, But that would have meant backing my car out of the garage, getting the suitcase down, driving the car back into the garage then repacking. It was already 8:05am and we needed to leave by 8:20 so I decided to risk the bag as it is πŸ™‚ hope Qantas aren’t stressed by it ha ha.

Ally took us to the train station. As we drive off from home I asked Ally why the light was on in her car. We decide it meant a door is not closed properly. All doors were checked at the top of the hill but still it was on. I remember the boot had been open for cases. As Ally turned right out of the street I was nervous cause I could hear the hatch boot was loose and the bags were moving. Visions of a suitcase trail filled my head like sugar plums do at Christmas :)).All proved well and in a moment were again headed to the station. The train though full was an uneventful trip and we made good time to the airport.

Qantas was a fun experience for the Virgin or Jetstar passenger that I usually am πŸ™‚ It was a series of true self checkin automated activities. The first self checkin saw me have some coordination problems in getting the baggage label on my bag. It was in fact Rocket Science πŸ™‚ Bag label on ( thanks Briiiian) . Next we proceeded to weigh the bags. Misguided by my 20 kg limit of usual I remove my 800 g of shampoo and conditioners without weighing at home I knew this was an essential removal . I was sure I could get more in Adelaide. Well it turns out Qantas has 23 kg,the weight of my suitcase I hear your mind thinking…19.2 kgs. Would have scraped in with the shampoo on even my regular airlines hahaha.

Waited around at the terminal with about an hour to kill. As usual we filled it with coffee sipping ( oops tea for Brian) and food. My next dilemma was in the ladies bathroom , there on the shelf was a bag, a paper shopping bag. Was it unaccompanied baggage?? I was the only one in there and I don’t do Witchery ( store name on the bag). I looked around expecting Kim to flaunt in claiming it…or Sharon fetching it for her ha ha. But no, it sat there all alone. Ok so I contemplated. 10 minutes til we board our plane. Do I tell staff and risk evacuation…that would mean extra walking and we all know what I think of that!! Do I tell staff and risk my plane being delayed or cancelled!! I didn’t want to touch the bag, that would leave my finger prints on it . Then I became brave for I definitely didn’t like the first two options. On tip toe I would be tall enough to look in the bag.I stood tall, leaned across peered into the bag hoping the owner didn’t return at that moment to claim the bag and think I was stealing it . I heaved a sigh of relief then for what I saw was an empty bag bar a shopping docket ( obviously this woman isn’t married to a husband like mine …then again maybe she was and was messing with his head hahaha…) . Out there , in that terminal , was a woman who had probably had a wardrobe malfunction and was wearing a new outfit ( or accessory) , my mind is too suspicious πŸ™‚ We proceeded onto the plane and settled in for the journey. 2% reared it’s head again. I glance up after loading my iPad, water bottle, cardigan and mints into the seat pouch and I see a student from my school!!! The plane seated 144 people including 12 first class seats. What were the chances of her not only being on the plane but also in the same row as me! Ha ha ha unbelievable.


The flight was good and I had the butter chicken wrap for lunch…yes that’s right butter chicken Tim and Ally :)) I also had to share my space with the man in front. It’s amazing how far some people can push a seat back..hope I didn’t upset him with my constant fiddling with my seat pocket while his seat was on my lap ( hee hee hee )

Butter chicken wrap


View from the window


How close is too close?? I’m scared :))


Taxied to the hotel and rested before going to dinner at Hogs breath with my friend Ashley and her family. After a fun dinner it was back home to the room to pack necessities into my hand luggage for the train tomorrow . Now to sleep :))


Floorboard day

First day of my holiday and I was up earlier than a work day :(( come 7:25am the place was busy. Prior to that I had moved Blacky the cat into the garage complete with all her paraphernalia in preparation for the onslaught. She is the reason ‘scaredy’ is in the term ‘scaredy’ cat. On arrival the rain starts ( classic 2% stuff haha) the men will need the garage to set up the saw etc out of the rain. Ally was up by then so we transported Blacky to my room, the only room with a door she can’t open and the only room that won’t in some way be involved in the floorboards. Job done, I settle in thinking I will watch Foxtel as I’m the only one around and so can have complete control of the remote. Well with the sound drowned out I decided blogging might be the preferred option πŸ™‚
I’m sure the floorboards will be worth the pain !



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Single digits

Today marks one week to go. This time next week we will be in Adelaide hopefully getting some sleep before the big train trip.

I think all my planning ahead has been a case of ‘peaked to soon’ . All the big stuff is done but I have a LONG list of little essentials to complete. These are the things I kept putting off as ‘Oh I can do that closer to the date’ well its mighty close to the date haha .Thankfully I have the next few days at home to get them done and hit the shops for the essential products.

The painting we are doing before the floorboards go down on Monday is looking graayshh! Llooking forward to the cement grit under foot being gone not to mention the microphone effect on even the smallest noise. We literally jump when a pin is dropped and that happens a lot here ha ha. The positive thing is though, we now actually hear people when they knock on our front door and we are in the family room at the back of the house watching loud tv ( which is even louder now …much to Brian’s delight).

Must go update my Facebook countdown as its almost midnight!