Day 2 and 3: I leave for the Outback

This morning I met up with my photographer friend, Trevor Ray Hart, and we took a cab to Sydney’s Central Station to get on our train, the Indian Pacific. It was silvery and sleek and very powerful looking, we got onto carriage G which had surprisingly small cabins. Our route for the train trip was a three day ride across the continent going straight through the Outback to the city of Perth on the far west coast of Australia. The train cars were very nice on the inside and were accommodated with odd music choices that were unbearable to me. The train’s first stop was in Broken Hill, where we went to go pickup a car to drive around the outback. The man who rented us the car knew an awful lot about the complexities that the car contained for driving in the outback, and confused us with his detailed explanation. After we picked up the car we drove to Menindee where we met a man named Steve Garland and went to a local bar that looked exactly like it would in the movies. We spent the night there with him and planned for the morning.