Oh my Darling, oh my Darling, …
Finally, we’ve set up camp on the Darling River in Kinchega National Park. There’s not another soul around and I can hear the river calling me for a swim. Menindee Lake is behind us, and …
Finally, we’ve set up camp on the Darling River in Kinchega National Park. There’s not another soul around and I can hear the river calling me for a swim. Menindee Lake is behind us, and …
As Broken Hill was the major destination of our trip, I’d better put down some thoughts and impressions. Driving into the city there’s the animals – emus, kangaroos, wild brumbies and even camels. Not to …
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 …