Chris challenged me to a game of Scrabble again last night, to give me
an opportunity for revenge, so he said. He won. But the joyful event of the
evening was not his winning but the whistling birds who sang late into the
night immediately adjacent to the caravan. We initially thought they were taken
with Pavarotti but they seemed just as excited with Cat Stevens, so there is no
revelation regarding the musical tastes of Australian birds here.
This morning the caravans soon started to head off, some for Cobar and
some on to Broken Hill as we were. The day had dawned with clear skies and no
hint of the brief rain that had passed yesterday. And so we headed away also to
cover the last leg on to Broken Hill.
The route passed over land even flatter than the days before, flocks of emus
outnumbering the sheep, goats and cattle. Within fifty kilometres of Broken
Hill, the land was so flat that distant trees and hills appeared to be
levitating; the illusion caused by yesterday’s rain vapour rising from the sand
coloured landscape.
Soon we came to signs forewarning of the quarantine border, clearly
indicating the penalties for falling foul of restrictions; up to $11,000 or
spot fines of $200. Personally I would have elected for the latter. Bins
inviting fruit and tomatoes to be dumped were well placed along the highway but
there was no check point. I was however glad that we had done the right thing,
having processing all stocks of fruit and vegetables.
I was disappointed however to find we needed to put our watches back by
half an hour to Central time. This is all very confusing when it comes to
checking out the television programme in the newspaper which comes from the
eastern time zone. Still, you would think I would be well used to that by now.
The last few kilometres east of the city wound through low hills, these
once a huge pastoral paddock called Broken Hill. And then in front were great mullock
heaps and mountains of slag, towering above this shrinking town, currently with
a population of 19,000 and amenities for 33,000.
Dwarfed by the expansive landscape |
Broken Hill's memorial to miners |
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