The Journey Well as all things it started by getting out of bed, at the ungodly hour of three AM. I hustled about trying to remembered what I needed and had forgotten to pack, had a quick cup of coffee and a bit of toast and me mate Wayne was there to run me down the airport. The plane was due to leave at 6:15 but I needed to be there an hour earlier, and of course I was there a half hour before that. I checked in and went in search of coffee, now being a seasoned traveler, I shied away...

So we were away from the great Metropolis of Port Hedland (that is spelled right), along the road that links Port and South Hedland, over the railway bridge, past the huge piles of salt, I notice all them cooks on the telly tell you to use sea salt, well here are huge stockpiles of it with trucks and dozers all over the place, must be the diesel that is good for you, I digress, past the salt pans, to the roundabout with the legend, left for Broome and Marble bar, straight on for South Hedland. W...

The weekend managed to go by without major incident, I did the few little things I had to do, which is mainly checking around and making sure everything is still in place, and it was. I also did a bit of exploring and found an old stamping battery (a thing that is used to crush the gold bearing ore so the gold can be extracted). I went and looked at the old Panorama homestead, wrecked now and been looted and set alight, there was an old bus there, that at some stage someone had turned into a mob...