Friday 24th August
The journey to Darwin passed very slowly, though the stand by window seat helped pass the time. It's quite a show flying over central Australia; like someone has painted the land in hues of grey and blue, orange and red, then stood the whole thing on it's end and dribbled water down it so that the colours run into one another. I could look at it all day, though travelling with a small primate means glimpsing it between fiddling with the Wiggles on the portable DVD and Crayola magic markers, less Dan Cruickshank, more Lesley Judd.
Still, international flights have their advantages, like beef curry at 10am local time and a screen in the back of the seat in front, which I always have set to "map", though I notice I'm in a minority of one in this because normal people are busy watching Shrek or something more conventionally entertaining while I'm obsessing about the ground speed and outside temperature, and in the case of this particular journey, the time to destination, which ticked backwards from 4.30 via 3.50 and 2.59 until I thought it would never end.
Anyway, here's the start of our adventure at the top end; thousands of miles from Sydney in every sense. It's the main tourist season, so where is everyone?
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