My family went on a vacation to the West Coast not too long (read: 2 or 3 years) ago. This trip began and
ended on the Indian Pacific
, which usually stops in the tiny village of Cook
. This is mainly so the villagers can refuel the train, and the train can provide the villagers with... pretty much everything that isn't fuel.
Before we got back on the train, we were each given a piece of paper that said something along the lines of: "Thank you for visiting Cook. Population: 4 people, 2 dogs, ..., 3 million flies." They weren't kidding about the flies — those fuckers wouldn't leave me alone!!
edited 10th Aug '11 12:25:54 AM by FuschlatzOReilly