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Thanks to all those who have been reading these publications and staying up to date with our trips. I have even had some people asking when the next update is approaching. I hope everyone enjoys photos as much as I and, hopefully, I will have some good news related to photography in the next week or so.
Last week we ended up with us traveling to Cowra and installing camp on the showGound. It was directed by John, a former professional pilot of more than 70 years, who was incredibly friendly. He owns the farm of cattle next door and hopes to retire soon to travel to Australia in his caravan. The camp was all we needed (we cannot spend too much time without energy), although we could not park under any shadow.
That was not great, since it happened that it was the best days since we arrived in Australia. It could even have been the most popular climate that we have experienced. Try to live in a metal truck in 42 degrees of heat. We had to sleep with the open boot, but nothing could prevent sweat from dripping. We met even more gray nomads (retirees who travel permanently) with trailers of the size of houses with which they were lovely to speak. No one invited us to share their air conditioning! The locals we are talking about referring to me as “young friend.”
Given the heat, we couldn’t do too much to do too much, but try to look for what little shadow there was. We also had to deal with hundreds of flies trying to get into the mouth, nose and ears.
At the Tourist Information Center in Cowra, there is a hologram movie that describes what happened on that fateful night when 1,000 Japanese war prisoners tried to escape. He was quite interesting and had been praised by Bill Bryson on his trips around Australia. I would really want to have brought his book ‘Down Under’ with me, since it would have been great to refer as we passed through every small city. On our last full day, we review Pow’s camp itself. Unfortunately, the land was sold years ago in agriculture and only the foundations of several buildings have survived. The area was huge and too big to walk in the damn heat of noon, but we managed to approach where the main breakdown occurred. There were also many cats of cats (I think this is what the Australians call them) that crossed our flip flops without mentioning the huge warning signs for snakes, so we quickly headed back to the truck. I still end up jumping on any noise in the grass and make some type of strange karate cut. As if that will save me from the most fatal snakes and spiders in the world.
We spend a lot of time in McDonalds thanks to its incredibly cold air conditioning and free unlimited free Wi-Fi.
After Cowra, we had planned a route to the north to Orange and we had reached three low -cost camps on the road. The three offered offers where you pay for two nights and you are three. We did not like the appearance of the first two and, luckily, we managed to obtain a place driven on the site in Molong. It worked $ 15 per night, including free laundry, which is the cheapest we have paid anywhere. It was also 2 minutes walk from the city center.
Molong is much smaller than Cowra with a small high street full of colonial buildings and pubs, as usual, with balconies on the road. There was not much to do in the city, but we enjoyed a great meal and some beers in the local pub that dates back to 1911.
The dates we stayed meant that our last night would fall on Australia’s day. January 26 is the date on which the first fleet captained by Arthur Phillip was established in Port Jackson (later to be Sydney). Aborigines refer to him as the day of invasion. There is talk of changing the date of Australia Day to reduce tension. There was no tension in Molong on Australia Day. The majority of the small community gathered in the Oval for a barbecue and a crying game. We show our faces and appear during a speech by the local councilor about living in the ‘bush’ and how other cities were ‘right next to’. We are not entirely inside, but this is almost as rural as possible. With two free neighbor nights, he disappointed us a bit to find three older men and a caravan just above us. One of the men had two teeth, his shirt was thrown on his beer belly and began to talk to us immediately. What had we let ourselves in? Well, it turned out well and we all drank some beers and Toothie (Terry) shared with us their newly trapped yabbies (river crab) of the ‘stream behind the golf course’. It was a bit shameful to have to ask Terry to fight for us, but ended up filling us a bowl. They were pleasant and fresh, but I would like to have taken the yellow wolds. He said it was the best. Once he left, we talked to the other two types (his brothers) who were visiting a 60th birthday party that were much more normal and who really traveled with their wives. After a few hours, we managed to escape the pub to see the Yabbie race and sink some more beers. Australia’s day could not have been more Australian: beers, barbecue, cricket and scorching climate.
As it seems to happen every time we stop somewhere, our plan changed again depending on the recommendations, so we decided to go to the west to Parkes with the intention of driving through Dubbo to Coonabaran; The home of the Springs Siding Observatory in the first dark sky of Australia. If you ever wears live Stargazing in the United Kingdom with Dara O’Brien and Brian Cox, this is where the program is filmed. You can’t go at the Observatory after dusk, but it was a place to come before coming here.
It soon arrived in Parkes, but he felt as if we were reaching the final border; The last cities before outback. Parkes is known for two things; The huge satellite dish that helped with communications during the lunny landing and an Elvis festival every January. We have just lost the Elvis festival for a week, but we have the additional 19 km to the dish for a fast glance. You will see that the satellite is in a position blocked up directly due to light winds. During the moon landings, the winds were supposedly in the hundreds of kms per hour and still had to continue communicating.
We had planned to spend the night at a rest stop with the download toilets, which was well, apart from the fact that about seven huge trucks joined us. One of the trucks left its generator in operation all night, but we still end up sleeping a decent night. After all, it was free. We are trying to make as much new as possible in the southern New York before leaving in the lap of Australia so we can simply go north by Coast Road. Lonely Planet recommended visiting UTES at Paddock, an outdoor art gallery where Holden Utes had transformed into different characters a bit like Transformers. It was also recommended in the Parke Tourist Guide that we had collected the day before. We leave early at 9:30 am on the only sealed road that is directed west. An hour and a half, 70 km, on a straight arrow road followed by an earth track without sealing later, we were looking at an empty field. There was nothing there. We could not find it anywhere so that, frustrated, we headed directly in the opposite direction.
If we had only reviewed Google before when we had
Wi-Fi, since some revisions said they led all that way to find that the cars were on repair. It wasn’t the best way to lose three hours and $ 30 fuel!
We decided to drive to Dubbo stopping at a free camp behind a pub. On the way, we check the open cut -off mine in Peak Hill. This area was widely extracted during gold fever in the 19th century and then abandoned itself before large companies arrived in the 1990s and obtained more than $ 50 million. The crossroads hotel was a pub directly from the 1800s, it did not seem that much had changed inside, but it had an incredible charm that you only get with the old pubs. He was not busy, but they let us stay behind for free and we took some drinks inside. Emma and I played only a dart game that managed to last about an hour!
The next morning, we started early to get away from quite large spiders and get to Dubbo to plan our next movement.
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