We left Woomera for Andamooka. We went to the cemetery to paint the sunrise over the opal mounds. There were some quirky light hearted memorials, boots, beer bottles and spades. They’re something lovely about that.
KINGOONYA
The morning we took our day trip to Kingoonya we got kicked out of the caravan park 
. We’re still not quite sure why, something to do with us being “filthy pigs” (i.e. leaving our painting out to dry) and one of the girls using the upstairs bathroom. I think it all came down to the caravan park owner being a hard-on. He used to work at the Detention Centre, everyone in the town despised him. Luckily the town seemed to love us and set us up in the school gym for the night.
Kingoonya was amazing 
, we all loved it, the slow ruin of the place. We’re not really sure how those cars ended up on the roof of the sheds. It looked as if there had been a flood that gently floated them up there.
THE HILL BY THE LAKE
A train thundered by as we walked along the railway line to the lake 
, it went by so fast we nearly got blown off our feet. On the way up the mountain the stones were all piled up in little mounds , it was a bit creepy fo such an untouched, isolated looking place. Then we got to the top of the mountain and we saw it wasn’t so untouched as we thought. We all added a stone with our name on it to the pile.
On the way back to Woomera the horn in our bus broke . It was a horendous noise, to pass the time while the tutors tried to fix it the group discussed who in the group we’d have to eat if we were stranded there. We decided on Stephan. Sorry Stephan, I hope you take it as a compliment. Somnething to do with you being the tastiest? The horn was fixed after about half an hour with some ‘electrical tape’. Although I heard whispers later that the tutors had to pay for a cut wire in the bus on its return.
THE WOOMERA PIPELINE
The tutors told us to bring out paint brushes and nothing else. No easel, no paper. We drove along a dirt road and they told us to get out. It turns out the Woomera-Adelaide water pipeline was going to be our canvas. It was such a fun morning, half way through some of us abandoned brushes and fingerpainted, later I found a tennis ball and Brent and I loaded it up with gouache and took turns throwing it at the pipe. Some of my clothes were the worse for wear afterwards, but it was just a blast.