I'm sitting in the bar at the end of a long long day. I'm in the quiet bar (the Gay Bar as it's known, because they serve wine here as well as beer). The sun has gone down behind the low red hills and outside everything is pretty quiet. Here in the camp, that is. Out on the mine everything's as noisy and busy as usual. It never stops out there.
It's all going well for me, though. I'm the first to admit that I'm surprised how much I'm enjoying myself. The mine itself is massive and exciting, and in contrast, life in the camp (think of a school camp, but populated by rusty old miners) is easy and quiet. There is something about hauling dirt around in a truck all day that makes my colleagues easygoing and cheerful. It's a pleasure to help them with their paperwork each day.
I love the landscape surrounding the mine, and I'll have some photos soon.
Well, not that soon. I've got ten more days on this stint, and I'll be back to talk more at the end of that.
Over and out.