Taking The Ghan

21.02.2015

Sunday morning was uneventful. For some reason, I woke up at 3 a.m. and started packing for my train trip to Darwin. After that was completed, I went to sleep and dozed until it was time to go. By the time 11 a.m. came around, I was prepared and unhurried. I briefly entertained the notion of going to Uluru by stopping in Alice Springs, but then I realized I wouldn't have enough time to make it to the airport in Darwin because The Ghan train line only leaves from Alice Springs once a week in the summer. Sad face again.

This time on the train, I managed to buy lots of food the night before. Last time, I barely managed to scrape together some crackers and cheese and honey and nuts. I suffered. This time, I was stocked up with FruChocs, a delicious fruit chocolate snack native to South Australia and a bunch of hummus and pitas, which I cannot hope to find in China at all. Dan also gave me a pile of hot dogs he cooked the night before on the barbecue.

I sat beside a retired Canadian man and he proceeded to try and set me up with every single person on the train that looked about my age. Annoying.

Fru Chocs