Gurley, New South Wales
My train to Moree from Sydney was delayed by more than an hour and a half. So I telephoned the Gurley pub to tell them this and check that I could still get a lift in as I didn't want to be stranded in the back end of beyond. I finally rolled in to Moree around 9pm and two people were there to collect me - Mina, a Norwegian girl that I was replacing and Dave (who I initially mistook for the publican Al), who regularly stays at the pub whilst working nearby.
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