After another tough night at the coalface in Geraldton – no I wasn’t mining, like everyone else there, but I was actually on duty – I had to head back home. It was a little task of driving down one long road for about 450 km.
Dutifully I packed up the trusty little car, and thought, as I put my camera and camcorder into my holdall “It would be really good if I saw something interesting to take some photos of it, or make a short film, and stick it onto the blog.” With that stupid thought in my mind, I took the camera bag out of my holdall.
Now I was ready for the off so I put on a audio book to listen to, filled up the car with go-juice, and pointed it south to Perth. Before too long I was in another world, listening to the book, and looking out at the barren landscape while trundling along at 65 mph. My great plan to take video or photos complete slipped out my mind.
There are places on the route that would be great to take Jane and the girls to see. One place especially called “The Pinnacles Desert”. It is supposed to be speckie (Aussie for Spectacular – I am getting the hang of Aussie Slang now – shorten the word and add either “ie” at the end or add “-o” at the end; although I’m still not sure which one you add when.). I didn’t go across there to take pictures though.
I made good time and 4 ½ hours later I’ve arrived back home. It was great to just relax in my own house for a little while, before turning my mind to getting ready for work tomorrow morning early. My smelly socks needed washing, my Calvin Klein’s needed starching, and my work shirts needed all ironing.
Although it was 4 ½ hours away, I would go to Geraldton again, although I would like to do the trip in a car with Cruise Control though. That way it wouldn’t be so tiring of a trip. It was good that during Sunday night at work in Geraldton, we didn’t have to go out after about midnight, and I got 7 hours solid of sleep. More than I would get at home.
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