The long road to broken hill. Well, about 300kms long.
Toilet with a beehive in it, the bees don't mind, and move out of the way for you.
Packs of wilds goats litter the road, and the highway is so flat and straight that the horizon is a heat haze with a few trees.
We stopped for lunch and immediately found ourselves in the presence of a king duck (Dave thinks its a goose it was that big!) It was very old and blind in one eye but he had his harem of little white girl-ducks following him around, so there is hope still for him!
I was searching for a camp site in Broken Hill and couldn't for the life of me found a half decent one that wasn't a bazillion dollars! Being that it is the only town for a few hundred kms, I can understand. But we found out that the racecourse runs a camp site on its off-season and its about half the price that the caravaparks wanted.
Tomorrow we'll slowly head north through some back country roads and might camp in a national park tomorrow night.
Toilet with a beehive in it, the bees don't mind, and move out of the way for you.
Packs of wilds goats litter the road, and the highway is so flat and straight that the horizon is a heat haze with a few trees.
We stopped for lunch and immediately found ourselves in the presence of a king duck (Dave thinks its a goose it was that big!) It was very old and blind in one eye but he had his harem of little white girl-ducks following him around, so there is hope still for him!
I was searching for a camp site in Broken Hill and couldn't for the life of me found a half decent one that wasn't a bazillion dollars! Being that it is the only town for a few hundred kms, I can understand. But we found out that the racecourse runs a camp site on its off-season and its about half the price that the caravaparks wanted.
Tomorrow we'll slowly head north through some back country roads and might camp in a national park tomorrow night.
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