The road to Broken Hill has spectacular green sections of grass along the dirt link road from White Cliffs, near Wilcannia, then long open vistas with a straight road visible a long way in front at each crest.
You can tell the town is coming up given the huge tailings pile, and the head frame (contains the winder to haul the main dirt lift)
After hundreds of kilometres, it's a nice surprise to see traffic lights again. Yes they were red.
The park where we stop has mens, women's and children's toilets. Walking in town, there is a polling booth. We meet a gold hunter. Louis helps by filling out the numbers for my vote. Libs and Clive Palmer last, green and animal groups first, and the rascists of the senate don't get a number at all.
Lucky most of the main street is still well preserved. There are many beautiful, original condition buildings. Rich heritage is always evolving: the Town Hall got 2/3 demolished for a car park. Argent House got redone with 70s bricks. Very modern.
We're staying at the Palace Hotel, with all the al fresco wall paintings. It's amazing. It's rainbow friendly; there's a huge silver stilletto. The drag bingo is on tonight. We ask for a shot with the dude/lady in drag but (s)he insists (s)he's not dressed up enough for a photo with the boys.
The road to Broken Hill has spectacular green sections of grass along the dirt link road from White Cliffs, near Wilcannia, then long open vistas with a straight road visible a long way in front at each crest.
You can tell the town is coming up given the huge tailings pile, and the head frame (contains the winder to haul the main dirt lift)
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