Warney

This post is being composed from sunny Broken Hill, a town about a million miles from anywhere. Since last posting, we have bussed down from Brisbane, into beachy Port Stephens for New Year, and then onto Sydney. Busy busy Sydney. There we met up with Mark and Michelle for a few days of boozing about town, interspersed with lots of wandering and bussing and boating about the city. This time also saw a trip to the SCG for day three of the final test. A tearful experience. For the record, we suffered on this day like every other on the tour a humiliating thumping. Bowled Shane. After a week on hectic Coogee we have boarded the Indian Pacific, which has taken us in relative comfort at pedestrian pace across much land to Broken Hill. Once we have worked out why this place is still here we'll re-board for the jaunt to Adelaide and thence north through the red centre and a town very much like Alice to Katherine and finally Darwin. That's a lot of train induced arse ache.

Thereafter, at the beginning of February, we'll be flying the short hop over to East Timor, to begin our South East Asian adventure. When we bought the tickets the sales girl enquired if we were peace workers. Excellent.

Pics etc to follow. Technology is slow to reach this town, unless you want to dig rocks out of the ground.