I won’t make it…

phantastical:

….to Cocklebiddy. Because I need to go to bed. And it was 91km away and I can’t do metric to save my ass. So. Moral of the story:

If you’re on Eyre Highway in the middle of fuckin’ Nowhere, Australia… try and make it to Cocklebiddy. Or stop at Madura. I did neither… alas. I wanted to see Cocklebiddy. ;_____;

Just did some quick googling; you can atleast rest assured that you weren’t missing out on any airports by not making it to Cocklebiddy— :’D