Day Thirty Two

I’m having a slightly surreal moment. I’m on the bus to Kalbarri, it’s not even 9am and I’m watching Ghost on a big flat screen tv.

This bus goes through to Darwin; 60hrs of driving between two drivers. Barry, the driver who is not behind the wheel just now (that’s Mike), went for a kip in an attractive blue vest, stripping off his workshirt as he walked down the aisle. He came back to watch the end of the film still sans shirt before redressing to greet the new passengers, now there’s professional for you.

We’ve reached Cervantes, home of the Pinnacles Desert and my desk today is a brick ledge next to the Liberty Gas Station being windswept. Have already been to Cervantes, which is why I’m not stopping. Actually, have already been to Kalbarri too but it’s a good place to put your head down before travelling on to Denham.

I vaguely remember writing about travelling on Greyhounds before on my first Aus trip, about the woman in the seat in front of me who spent the whole of a six hour journey scratching the back of her head so that her scalpy scales fell onto my lap. About the 17yr old girl who decided to flirt unrelentingly with the 30 something driver, she sat next to him as he drove and they talked about her ex-boyfriends and his wife’s infertility making the rest of us on the bus squirm with embarassment.

Haven’t had anything quite as horrific this time. There was the woman who searched long and hard for headlice on her daughter, mincing them between her fingers when she caught them. There’s a lot of teeth sucking going on, really loud, intrusive sucking, enough to put you off your mini Babybell. Oh and there are the pubescent boys who spend rather too much time in the bus toilet which is vastly off putting when you’re desperate to use the facillities.

And now Barry has just given a rather graphic account to the whole bus of how the smell of an improperly flushed elimination in the bus toilet has just woken him up. Oh the loud scatalogical rantings of an old, vested man brings a smile to my face.

Nothing really that different to the Brighton-Charing Cross commute then.


Thursday March 4th, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.