Packing up. Including some found metal artifacts. Only we would bring rusty items back in our luggage. Finally ready. We drove Henry to Wayne's home, handed him the keys and accepted a lift to the Kalgoorlie Railway Station. The Prospector was already waiting. This was a positive sign that we would leave on time at least.
Farewell Kal. Until the next time. The train journey was not very comfortable. We were in the front seats so our legs were jammed against a wall. The travel information - following our route, driver camera, and upcoming stations - froze on the monitors soon after leaving Kalgoorlie and never recovered. Others in our carriage had similar issues with the limited entertainment on offer.
We were bored. And living in fear of our lives. Across the aisle, Typhoid Mary was coughing and hacking and snorting merrily and frequently. I swapped seats with Michael to move him as far away as possible from the plague carrier. Then one started behind us. Oh goody...
Finally Cunderdin. Meredith was waiting for us with her conservative orange car (named Dandaloo) in the freezing darkness of the car park. Three minutes later, we were whisked into their warm little home. Meredith had cooked a roast pork dinner with pudding and ice cream for dessert.
We shared our "Photos of Old Kalgoorlie" book with Kim. He kept saying he had to go to bed. Except he was glued to our book. A marvellous evening. They were fantastic hosts. I'll have to get our act together when they come to visit the House that Rocks.
We left for home in our precious little buzz box, Goldie, in the late morning. We arrived home to the ecstatic greetings from the Three Stooges. The cat quickly recovered her demeanour when she realised our bed was back in commission.
And our feet have hit the ground running.
a small amount of luggage...
some handsome dude...
and his wife
our chariot back to reality.
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