Approaching Wolamin

After a long run on the freeway the Wolamin turnoff signs began appearing. There were no freeways out here. The roads were now pot holed, the homes were dumps and the whole area looked as seedy as it gets.
The sun disappeared and cloudy overcast conditions rolled in as though to herald our imminent arrival in a darker less friendly area. It certainly was less friendly. Peering eyes everywhere as we negotiated the smaller and narrower streets as we approached Sol's mother's street and hopefully her original home.
The GPS was spot on this time and a small roundabout took us very slowly into the correct street. It was narrow with not a soul walking there.
I found the correct number and pulled over, Sol did so right behind me. I told Sol get in front of the house and I'll take your photo in front of it. All of a sudden a young man came out of the house holding onto a leashed dog.
Sol let him pass by. I told Sol keep your helmet on.