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| | A Town Like Alice |
 | | Surprise, surprise, really, when I get to Alice Springs, my baggage hasn't managed to make it with me. I and another bloke, from London from the accent are sitting by the baggage carousel, watching two unclaimed bags forlornly pass us, and pass again. |
 | | I give him a lift into town, he is staying at a home stay, not 500m from the hospital. |
 | | The dirt is red, the desert is red, and the funny rock outcroppings in the middle of town are also red. |
| www.travelblog.org /Australasia/Australia/Northern-Territory/Alice-Springs/blog-130280.html (635 words) |
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