aNZac day

Not so much rocked to sleep on the Spirit of the Outback last night as shaken into submission and deafened by the squealing and scraping (due to flat wheels after an emergency stop just outside Bundy, apparently) but it's still always fun lying in bed on a train.

And here we are in Longreach, a metropolis of 4000 or so, having come through blips like Alpha, "a one-street, one-shop, one-pub town" where 'town' is a relative term, surrounded as it is by miles and miles of empty country.

Today is Anzac Day and the war memorial opposite the railway station is surrounded by bright red poppy wreaths - and two little NZRSA poppies, probably for the first time ever.