last day on holiday

well. almost over. and we did so much stuff!

walked around kalgoorlie, looking at all the cool old houses.

drinking red wine and writing fiction with the marxist (baka's is good, and now i want to make him write more).

we saw the superpit.

we had coffee in a brothel.

we walked around the cemetary.

we scattered silky pear seeds on a bush walk.

and it's been lovely, and i'm so glad baka came with.