Things are a little warm out here
It’s hot. No – it’s bloody hot. I’ve got halfway through blogging this trip without mentioning the weather, so allow me a little leeway.
It’s hot. No – it’s bloody hot. I’ve got halfway through blogging this trip without mentioning the weather, so allow me a little leeway.
Driving from White Cliffs to Broken Hill we have two choices. Go back towards Wilcannia and out the Barrier Highway and stay on the tar, or go via Mutawintji National Park on 200k of dirt. …
As promised – photos of the Warrambungles. Burnt out, flooded but returning to life.
Have you ever had a burning desire to sleep underground? No, neither had I. But there it was, a sign just before Wilcannia “Underground motel. The first and still the friendliest”. Even without her glasses …
Stopping at small country towns along the way you get to talk to a lot of people, and obviously you talk about your trip “Where have you come from?” and “Where are you headed next?” …
We’re back on the Macquarie, camped a few kilometres outside Warren. It must be the Macquarie because there’s water in it, though not nearly as much as there was only recently. The banks are still …