So the airline (Qantas did all the work for their local carrier Airnorth) put everyone up in a kind of rundown hotel that had space for 45 people when the rest of the town was packed.
But it turned out ok. The place really did well under the onslaught of a bus of disrupted tourists, and dinner at the nearby Irish Pub was delicious – a Guinness pie with a side of excellent vegetables and my favorite kind of mashed potatoes, the heavy buttery kind, not the light fluffy kind.
The next day they put on an earlier flight and I arrived in Darwin ready for what’s next.
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