It’s a recurring phenomenon with me: a feeling of melancholy during the last few hours of any long distance train journey. It’s happening again as I finish a last drink...
Once again we’re back in the middle of the trackless hot and dry area that makes up most of the middle of the Australian continent. The first to successfully settle...
Here’s a departure from the norm: Darwin’s train station is a 30 minute taxi ride out of town, well beyond the airport. And when I get there, the rain is...