We thought the Ghan might be a nice way to travel back down to Adelaide and they had seats available for Dory and us, but only in 3rd class. I didn’t really fancy sitting for 24 hours so we decided against it. Gold Kangaroo class would be the only way to travel. You get a sleeping compartment and silver service dining, wine included, but these seats sell out months in advance.

Today was a driving day so we wrote a poem about the Ghan.

The Ghan is a train
That traverses this terrain
For 3000 K’s
It’s a very long way
The journey will begin
In a town called Darwin
There’s a butler and maid
All the way to Adelaide
They’ll serve you fine wine
In a carriage where you’ll dine
In two days you’ll arrive
All relaxed and revived
Unless you travel 3rd class
Then you’ll have a sore arse.

The drive was the usual. Seven hours of red dirt, scrub, road kill, giant eagles, and numerous fuel stops. Mike picked up Dory’s fuel cap that he left at a service station a week ago. It was a good chance for me to get up to date with the blogs, as I seem to have lost my book.

We stopped for the night at Cadney Homestead and camped in a car park at the back, right beside the railway line. We sat and drank beer and watched the Ghan go by about 8pm. We were glad we weren’t on it.