Back o' Bourke

That's right, we're going to Bourke. Back of Bourke has become an idiom in Australia for the Vikings would call the end of the world. 12 hour on a bus, going inland. To the Bush. (At least it's the place and not the guy..)

Going to Bourke ends our five weeks staying at Robbie and Lisa's, and we are very sad to go. As we have been staying with a member of the infamous GangGajang, we had to get Robbie's autograph and we bought his new CD as well. Robbie is the sweetest musician ever, there is no doubt.

Julie and I haven't gone to bed yet, because we have been packing, but we are now ready for sleep. We are getting up at 4. a.m, and hopefully our taxi arrives to get us to the bus in South Brisbane. We have to start driving that early because we want to get to Bourke before it gets dark. Why? We don't want to hit any kangaroos. For real.


(Picture of blown-up kangaroo borrowed without permission from blog.hakmao.com, and the beautiful poem is taken from my sleepy head.)