My cousin (Gregg, we call him Greggalegs, a name that he loves so dearly) and his wife live in Adelaide, so they met me at the airport and showed me around for an hour before the Ghan left. Rode a tram and got a Boost Juice (how I have missed thee) in Glenelg before getting to the train station. It was a bit of a teary goodbye on the platform, eased by the fact that I am meeting Mum and Dad in Greece in 6 weeks time. The Ghan surprisingly much better than the Indian Pacific. They even had a champagne welcome last night before dinner. It's so cool watching the land change colour the further north we get. I write a paragraph, look up and spot the difference. I want to capture it all. But the rocking motion of the train and the glare from the sun is making my eyes fall asleep regardless of how hard the rest of my body tries.