The last few days in Perth were passed away quietly out at my host’s place in the suburbs, winding down the hours and storing away the time there. It felt almost like being back in the states and the level of activity was low, though I’ve never scared roos bounding in the woods at dusk… Read More Feels Like Going Home
My departure from Adelaide was orderly and efficient, save for the airline actually weighing carryon baggage. Since when does anybody do that? They really try to squeeze your dollery-doos out and smile gently about it. At any rate, that was the only drama available for the evening and I had a row to myself on… Read More The Apprentice Apiarist of Regans Ford
Leaving the Outback I woke up the next morning in a bus station. This time it was a genuine bus station, with a roof and a garage and everything, as opposed to the service stations with motels that one passes through going down the Stuart Highway. It was Adelaide, a city with more people in… Read More Lazy Days in Adelaide
Zak Abroad 