This is about Gogo station on the old road. When I was young we were living there. We used to collect the coloured rocks from the hills, all different colours....
This is about Gogo station on the old road. When I was young we were living there. We used to collect the coloured rocks from the hills, all different colours. Our mothers too and parents collected stones. We would gift it to our teachers and people as a gift from our country.