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13th August, 2005
Surrender your Fruit.

We awoke in Kabbur country at Cobar. The sky was blue. People were more relaxed. Drivers coming the other way waved, as you do, Outback. We headed out onto the Hwy, often as straight as a laser beam, towards Wilcannia. As there was no traffic and the morning air was cool, we cruised at 150km/hr.

 

The landscape flattened further as the eucalypts gave way to mulga and red dirt country.

We had lunch at Wilcannia, pop 680. Lake Mungo to the south and Lake Mutawintji to the north-west testify to fifty thousand years of human habitation in country ten thousand times older. The Celica was in deep time, moving over a landscape flattened first a billion years ago before another glacial treatment 750 million years later. Reaching the hills that mark the Willyama Supergroup, we made sacrifice to the great ore body and surrendered our fruit.

Broken Hill, a beautiful town, neat, wide streets, quite suburban in many respects. We watched sunset from the slag heap and having rented a cottage we rested.

 

13th August, 2005
Mad Kev
I filled the tank with guzzleen and followed Lord Humungus back out onto the Mundi Mundi plain but despite the hot pursuit, lost him. Stopped at the Silverton hotel for refreshment.

Watched Clooney’s Solaris back at the pad. Broken Hill is quite a special place.

14th August, 2005
Chillin’ Out.

Country hamburgers are good, we ate them often. We went and checked the sculptures. It was strange to be both Outback and “Under the Jaguar Sun”. Went back to the cottage and watched “Kinsey” and “Closer”.
 

15th August, 2005
Down the mine.

Miners had it hard in the old days, that is for sure; us ring-ins were astounded.

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