Your nearest neighbours are over the hill and far away. Okay sounds perfect. I’ll take it, name your price.
Archive for the The Australian Outback Category
The first time I went to Hay in NSW I just couldn’t get over how flat the landscape was. Maybe the ‘Flat Earth brigade’ had a point after all? Out here I just knew that the sunrise would be something special, I was right.
It was definitely worth getting out of bed early for… Not only that, but the mattress in our hotel room was terrible!
Whilst travelling the outback leave your city baseball cap at home! Wear an Akubra hat instead.
It’s 45 degrees in the shade. The sun is piercing down.
Only mad dogs and Englishman go out in the midday sun, don’t you know?
Use it to swat flies. Use it as a vessel to pour up cool crystal clear freshwater from the creek. Take a drink or throw it over your head. Wash away the sweat and dust. Stand refreshed.
Failing that just pull it down over your head and wear it!
The thing about travelling the outback is that you get to meet some great characters, who are usually more than happy to show you around their backyard and share a campfire with a glass of ‘Red’ or two, too!
Don’t believe everything you read in the papers about the outback, the cities are far more scary and weird!
What do you mean what have I been smoking! But can you sort of see a strange profile? Nose, ears and eyes looking up at the rock. Don’t forget the cow sitting on the shoulder by the way!
This is a picture of a rather strange rock formation taken at Cobbald Gorge in Far North Queensland. Well worth a visit just for the boat trip down the gorge, not to mention the gorge walk and crocodile spotting opportunities.
Way out here you have to make your own entertainment. Forget the tele, forget ignoring your neighbours. That’s a city thing!
Out here you have to be able to rely and trust each other for help and to get through the tough times.
Here is a picture from a recent outback community turnout where the kids were asked to catch a rooster!
No obese kids out this way either.
By the way. No Roosters were harmed during the making of this post.
A great way to spend your Easter holidays as far away as possible from the snarls of the M25, frayed tempers and molten ice cream!
A trip up and down the Birdsville Track. A journey of over 1200km and guess what? We only saw about 15 other vehicles. Don’t worry though some of them were idiots driving at speed on dirt and corrugations. So even out here there is no escape. The garage in Birdsville was littered with wrecks of 4WD’s testament to the same idiotic hoons that passed us 30km south of the town. Alas, sadly none of the wrecks belonged to them.