Whyalla.
Not much to say on the news front. Except that we are going to be very very busy for the next nine months.
Travelling to Whyalla today.
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Not much to say on the news front. Except that we are going to be very very busy for the next nine months.
Travelling to Whyalla today.
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“It’s just like Hawaii” said Christa as we got off the plane and were walking along the tarmac.
Then we get to the hotel — the Hilton! (But it is in Port Lincoln, so it is not twenty stories high or anything) which is right on the beach and the first thing Christa does is jump in the ocean with all the big jelly fish.
It is Tuesday night. The end of three days off in a row. We travel to Port Lincoln tomorrow. Sosi and I have just spent the last three days driving and walking around the red centre. It is very excellent.

The last time I had performed was in a more “relaxed” venue in the little mining town of Newman in North West Western Australia. Actually it was the local soccer field. And the stage was two layers of ply on top of the grass. The lights were the football field lights with and a couple of $20 outdoor barbeque/patio lights stuck on up on the rig pointing at the band that was set up in the grand stand.
It is not often that a hotel has breakfast included. This hotel that we are staying at in Alice Springs is providing breakfast. (They did not do this three years ago, however, three years ago we were staying in the nice light roomy units. This time we are in dinky little people walking past your door all day rooms. Well some of us are anyhow.)
I am not too good at getting up in the wee hours of the morning, however, I made a special effort this time so I would not miss the plane again. 6:20am. Fwoar. As it turned out, the plane was due to take off at 8:45 and not 8:30 like I thought. And then it was delayed by about forty-five minutes. So I had plenty of time to not miss this plane.
I felt like such a goose when I missed the plane from Melbourne to Perth on our way to Newman, WA.