We spend a week in Alice Springs then return to the station to board the train to Darwin.
Back at the railway
station our luggage gets tagged then disappears. Uniformed staff hustle, bustle
and hand out drinks.
A man sits
of the platform playing guitar and singing. A uniformed lady point us towards
our cabin. Our cabin is near the front of the 1 km long train. We walk in
silence alongside the silver train towards our cabin. Our cabin contains a
different shower and toilet. Need to learn again. Where is the power socket to
recharge my phone?
Night means
rocking, rolling, bumping, stopping and starting.
Breakfast with
two ladies from Adelaide. They’re in single cabins with communal showers and
toilets. We talk about trips coming up, trips gone and grandchildren. How
old? Where do they live? Boys or
girls? Who is looking after your dog?
What excursion are you doing when the train stops?
Train
presses on and on. Always heading north.
Relentless.
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