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Travel Blogs from White Cliffs
North into Emu Territory
... breakfast (spent watching the sun rise over the Murray and the paddle steamers moored opposite our camp site), we were packed and on our way north, firstly to Broken Hill. The opportunity to purchase fresh oranges and tangelos from a roadside stall was taken up before leaving the Murray farming region. No sooner did we turn north from Wentworth, the countryside changed from intensively farmed irrigation fields to rolling hills covered with salt bush ...
Drive to White Cliffs
... to break for lunch so finally we stopped by roadside in the wind and got out the camp chairs. The distance 270 km seemed quite long due to the low speeds on the dirt. Finally arrived at White Cliffs Underground dugout motel. The town is famous for the homes dug into the hillside, most of the town is dirt and ...
Day 23 - Broken Hill to White Cliffs
... Precilla Queen of the Desert. The road to Silverton although sealed is notorious for flood-ways and thus today's challenge is to count the signed dips in the road. Deb counts 32 and Rod counts 28. How do we know who is correct?
Deb spots a camel just outside of town, the first on our trip, as we roll into town at 9.00 am. It seems we are a little early as everything is closed, however we do find an interesting museum to visit which is located in the old jail. We ...
Stopover along the Wanderers Road
Another one night stopover, shared with noisy trucks, but we all are highway wanderers for one reason or another. What a lonely place not another building for miles just this little roadhouse, fuel and food. The Toilet block was labelled Rats and Mice to distinguish between the gender.
Along the way we stopped at another rest area, and ...
Off to the lovely outback town of White Cliffs
... we want when we want without getting stuck. Our resolve was set. So we decided to reach Cobar today.
Back up to Broken Hill, a final fuel fill up, a final look around the town, a final look at the internet weather (rain forecast) and we were off to Cobar.
Rain was looking ominous yet again. Soon we were following a Toll Transport truck. About 15km from Little Topar roadhouse the chap uses the CB to order his lunch. "Hey Pete you there". Pete was soon on the ...