Sunday, 29 August
While the overnight Red Eye Express from Perth to Brisbane wasn't anywhere near as painful as it could have been it's still not something I'm going to be looking at repeating any time soon.
The previous day's meal arrangements had Hughesy moderately famished on arrival, and were enough to move the big cooked breakfast from Regulation to Mandatory status. Once that had been demolished, we headed off to the relevant departure lounge, where an encounter with a former colleague did a very good job of killing the remaining time before the final leg of the trip.
We got further updates on some of the gossip when Miss Behaviour collected us from the airport and once we'd collected the car a refuelling stop at Home Hill had us lobbing on the doorstep of the Little House of Concrete around three.
From there, once we'd opened the place up and the computer had finished updating, backing up, downloading and all the other things I've set it up to do automatically it was a case of tapping out the details I'd scribbled down en route.
That ended up taking far longer than it could have done, thanks to a bout of flu as well as the predictable interruptions and other distractions, and once I've finished adding this little addendum to the travelogue the next task is to add the R.I.P. I started scribbling in Sydney about six and a half weeks ago to the Music pages.
Looking back, there are a couple of things that stand out. First up, the Indian Pacific is one of those things you really should do at some stage, and it's the sort of thing you could do again in a few years' time, travelling either in the opposite direction or around summer. If you're interested in wildflowers, the Western Flora Caravan & Tourist Park is a must do, and wine aficionados should add Margaret River, and specifically Cullen Wines, to the list of things to do.