September 2, 2009
Train to Perth
Perth, the most isolated city in the world, so they say, and on the three day trainn trip from Sydney on the Indian Pacific line, a three day juggernaut across the Nullarbor Plain. I was sick and running a fever as I got on, and Kathy graciously let me sleep and sleep, thus missing most of the first half of the trip, between gulps of hot green tea and aspirin. The comfortable train was a blessing, and we hoped we would find something as nice in the Hotels Perth accommodation guide we leafed through, deciding against reservations and just winging it. “Nullarbor means to trees, doesn’t it?” I asked Kathy as I came out of my fog awakening and looked out side at the sweeping pastures of the passing landscape. “Very good, Einstein, now go back to sleep,” she said and I did and got over the flu. We looked forward to swimming in the Indian Ocean once we arrived, a first for us (both the arrival and the ocean part) and looked forward to wine and waves thengoing to one of the wildlife parks like the Caversham wildlife Park where we can take a gander (so to speak) at the many odd looking creatures that inhabit Australia. I hoped to see and maybe hold a wombat, mainly because I like the word wombat, and wonder when sports teams in the States will ever adopt the name. I swore if I ever started a sport franchise I would name it the Furious Wombats. I think that would leave our kangaroos. We planned to rent a car and go to the park and then keep going and check out a winery and have some adult fun with some of the fine wines of Australia, or perhaps get a locally crafted brewed beer.
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