“That’s a really nice Australian road shot. With that night falling sky. Wow!” says Chewie on his return to the van, and hearing himself continues, “There goes the vocabulary again. Just ran out of adjectives to describe it I guess.” We drive only a few more miles before he’s off again: “I shall return.” (Too bad we did not find out that the really nice Australian road shot didn’t come out till we got to Kalgoorlie. I’m sure we’ll find another one, or more, along the way. Or, we’ll just have to do it all over again. Now there’s a thought.)
By the time we reach Balladonia, on the other side of this unmistakably long straight stretch of road, the sun had set. It is dark. It’s been a long day. We splurge out on some ‘Fish and Chips’ and hit the hay.
By the time we reach Balladonia, on the other side of this unmistakably long straight stretch of road, the sun had set. It is dark. It’s been a long day. We splurge out on some ‘Fish and Chips’ and hit the hay.
“Biddleonian” sunset
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