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  • Day3

    Bourke

    September 10, 2016 in Australia

    2nd leg
    Mudgee
    Wellington NSW
    Dubbo
    Nyngan
    Bourke
    520km

    300 km straight stretch after Nyngan.

    My best friend today "Cruise Control"

    We found a Pub/Hotel right in the middle of nowhere "Mulga Creek Hotel"
    Felt surreal, Casablanca on the TV, a boy from Thüringen works there, work and travel Australia like 😂

    Those red babies will solve our range problem. 20 ltr should almost double the range of our bikes.Read more

  • Day113

    III. AUS - OA/NSW 3; Bourke-Mildura

    December 20, 2016 in Australia

    Di, 20.12. Bourke - Cobar
    Langer Tag auf der Straße durch Australiens Outback. In Bourke gab es leider nicht viel zu sehen und in Cobar (ebenso eine kleine Bergbau- und Farmstadt) genossen wir ein weitereres Freibad. Wie so oft in Australien musste man für die Wasserrutsche wieder extra zahlen - sie versuchen gerade im Outback aus allem Geld zu machen :P
    Abends hatten wir dann einen sehr schönen Zeltplatz direkt am Fluss, genossen den Sonnenuntergang und nachts einen super schönen Sternenhimmel :)
    Leider gibt es auch hier nach wie vor sehr große Probleme mit den Aboriginals, die unser Gas und damit die Kühlschrank-Kühlung abdrehten und Luft aus Esters Fahrradreifen ließen - dämlich.

    Mi, 21.12. Cobar - Broken Hill
    Ein weiterer langer Fahrertag: wir fuhren ca. 5h durch Outback und sahen lediglich eine sehr kleine, seltsam und verlassen aussehende Aboriginal-Stadt namens Wilcannia sowie eine Tankstelle.
    In Broken Hill angekommen ging es dann auf einen Spielplatz und abends genossen wir einen schönen Sonnenuntergang mit anschließendem Sternenhimmel in Australiens Outback-Wüste.

    Do, 22.12. Broken Hill
    Broken Hill ist wieder eine größere Stadt mit schönen Gebäuden, jeder Menge Geschäften und Einkaufszentren.
    Es ist v.a. bekannt für seine Schokoladenfabrik sowie eine Kunstgallerie mit einem rießigen Gemälde, dem sog. "The Big Picture" - leider durfte man dort aber keine Bilder machen.
    Nach einem kurzen weihnachtlichen Einkaufs-bummel fuhren wir nach Silverton, einer weiteren ca. 20km entfernten Bergbaustadt. Dort gab es ein traditionelles Café sowie eine urige Kneipe und für Interessierte ein Mad Max Museum.
    Die Region ist ebenso für Sandskulpturen und das Geo Centre bekannt.
    Auf dem Weg zu unserem Zeltplatz machten wir noch ein paar lustige Bilder mit einem kopflosen Weihnachtsmann und genossen abends wieder einen schönen Sternenhimmel.

    Fr, 23.12. Broken Hill - Mildura
    Von Broken Hill ging es weiter Richtung Mildura. Es war wieder eine interessante Fahrt durch Australiens Outback: viel Wüste, Geröll, hier und da ein paar Büsche oder sogar Bäume sowie Emus und Kängurus - als plötzlich mitten im Nirgendwo ein BH-Baum zu sehen war :P Er befand sich am Silver City Highway und Leute hatten über Jahre dort sämtliche Arten von BHs und Bikinis aufgehängt; bizarr und lustig zugleich ;)
    Gegen Mittag aß ich dann einen Butterfisch - eine Spezialität und angeblich nur in Wentworth und Mildura bzw. South Australia zu finden; sehr lecker, zart und weich.
    Über den Murray River überquerten wir dann die Grenze von New South Wales NSW nach Victoria VIC und hatten damit wieder eine Zeitverschiebung von plus einer halben Stunde (Zeitumstellung von 1 zu 1:30pm).
    Nach 5 Tagen Outback und trockenen Wüstenland-schaften war es super schön, wieder grün und mehr Pflanzen zu sehen. Es gab jede Menge Ackerflächen, Weinanbaugebiete und v.a. überall Palmen - Urlaubsfeeling pur :)
    Später ging es dann zu einem Erlebnisbad inkl. tollem Wellenpool und abends dann für diese und weitere 3 Nächte auf einen zu zahlenden Zeltplatz an einem schönen Fluss gelegen und mit einer Menge Ausstattung wie 2 tollen Pools, einem Hüpfkissen, Spielplätzen, Geschäften und v.a. Toiletten & Duschen - perfekt für die Weihnachtsfeiertage :)))

    Sa, 24.12. - Mo, 26.12. Mildura
    Oja, das war definitiv ein ganz anderes und besonderes Weihnachtsfest für mich:
    Bereits morgens um 7 bis zu 35* und über den Tag verteilt bis in die Nacht bis zu 42*, strahlend blauer Himmel und Sonne satt, jeder Menge Zeit für Fahrradtouren am Fluss, Swimmingpool, Sport im Freien unter Palmen etc. ;)
    Bei 35* wurden dann auch die letzten Weihnachtsgeschenke besorgt und schön verpackt, bevor ich abends mit Ester ganz kreativ einen Weihnachtsbaum und Elfen aus Obst bastelte :)

    Sonntag morgens setzten wir dann alle unsere Weihnachtshüte auf und feierten Bescherung - Geschenke s. Bilder unten ;)
    Danach habe ich ein bisschen gewaschen (trocknet innerhalb von 1h), bevor wir wieder auf dem Springkissen, im Pool oder einfach nur Fahrrad fahren, Frisbee spielen oder entspannen waren. Hier gibt es übrigens auch Schnee in Form von Blütenstaub der umliegenden Bäume ;)
    Abends genossen wir dann noch eine schöne Weihnachts-Lichter-Show und sehr schön dekorierte Weihnachtslandschaften :)

    Montags am Boxing Day ging es dann ins Kino und den Film Trolls, einem wirklich schönen Film über Glücklichsein :)
    Danach fuhren wir noch zu einem Spielplatz, bevor wir dann schön entspannten - Mildura war schön relaxing und eine saubere, auch etwas reicher aussehende Stadt. Unser Zeltplatz war übrigens auf der anderen Seite des Murray Rivers in NSW, Mildura in VIC - jeden Tag Grenzübergang ;)
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  • Day16

    The Women of the West

    January 13, 2017 in Australia

    At the Back of Bourke exhibit I read a poem by George Essex Evans titled "The Women of the West" (published in 1906). I have included it below, because I found it quite striking and enjoyed it thoroughly, re-reading it in the evening at the hotel...............

    THEY left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
    The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
    The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
    For love they faced the wilderness - the Women of the West.

    The roar, and rush, and fever of the city died away,
    And the old-time joys and faces-they were gone for many a day;
    In their place the lurching coach-wheel, or the creaking bullock chains,
    O'er the everlasting sameness of the never ending plains.

    In the slab-built, zinc-roofed homestead of some lately-taken run,
    In the tent beside the bankment of a railway just begun,
    In the huts on new selections, in the camps of man's unrest,
    On the frontiers of the Nation, live the Women of the West.

    The red sun robs their beauty, and, in weariness and pain,
    The slow years steal the nameless grace that never comes again;
    And there are hours men cannot soothe, and words men cannot say -
    The nearest woman's face may be a hundred miles away.

    The wide Bush holds the secrets of their longings and desires,
    When the white stars in reverence light their holy altar-fires,
    And silence, like the touch of God, sinks deep into the breast -
    Perchance He hears and understands the Women of the West.

    For them no trumpet sounds the call, no poet plies his arts -
    They only hear the beating of their gallant, loving hearts.
    But they have sung with silent lives the song all songs above -
    The holiness of sacrifice, the dignity of love.

    Well have we held our fathers' creed. No call has passed us by.
    We faced and fought the wilderness, we sent our sons to die.
    And we have hearts to do and dare, and yet, o'er all the rest,
    The hearts that made the Nation were the Women of the West.
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  • Day16

    Back'O'Bourke

    January 13, 2017 in Australia

    After dropping off the car to Hertz we took a taxi to the train station. I was craving chips with gravy and cheese, so we asked the lady at the kiosk if she would make it for us. She gave me a very weird look but decided to do it anyway and it was delicious. We waited for around half an hour before the bus was ready for us to load on and we managed to get the seats right at the front of the bus! We drove North-East towards Bourke for about four hours. The ride was quite uneventful so I was listening to an audio book of The Great Gatsby then having naps in-between chapters. Halfway through I moved a few rows back because the front was too hot (the air conditioner wasn't working as it was around 44 degrees), then fell asleep for a while – when I woke up at Coolabah for a break Riagan was quite distressed.

    We got off the bus to have a chat, and he told me that the lady behind him had been trying to rob him! She had been tapping him on the shoulder to see if he was awake, and when he didn’t respond the hands would start wandering before he stopped her. He came to sit with me after the break, but we were even more cautious about our belongings then before (we were already cautious as I have been convinced we will get robbed on this trip). The conversation of the people who were robbing us was quite strange – it was almost like a conversation between children even though they were 50+. Instead of asking each other questions like most adults do, they spoke in a chain of statements. For example ‘I’m going to Broken Hill”, “I want to go to Broken Hill”, “I’m going to Broken Hill on Tuesday”, “I’m coming with you”, “I’m going on the bus”, “I’m going to go on the bus too”, “I don’t like the bus”, “I’m going to book on the bus tomorrow”, “This driver is a bastard”, “I’m looking forward to going to Broken Hill” …. and so on. When I listened to other conversations on the bus and around the place, I realized that they were all very similar – no questions and often unrelated statements.

    On the approach to Bourke, we passed through a road named Fred Hollows avenue. Apparently Fred Hollows used to frequent the Bourke area as there were a lot of people there who required his eyesight-restoring operations and didn’t have enough money to get it done elsewhere. The township has devoted kilometers and kilometers of highway to his services, with a beautiful sign and lined with native trees – in a few years it is going to look beautiful. Upon arrival in Bourke, we stopped at the train station then walked the short 800m journey to our hotel, ‘The Port of Bourke Hotel’. We paid and checked in then went upstairs – the room was really nice however there was a disgusting smell from the air conditioner: better than bed bugs. We didn’t bother doing anything about it because it could have been much worse. Because we arrived at about 6.50pm, it was dinner time so we decided to go out for some dinner at the RSL club. Upstairs they had Chinese, we got some Shezuan and some Curry Vegetables. The Shezuan was way way too hot, so we barely touched it but the Curry Vegetables were nice. We went back to bed and had a lovely sleep in the soft, cool bed.

    In the morning we decided to go for a walk to the Back O’ Bourke Exhibition, as it didn’t seem that much else was open during the low tourist season. On the way we stopped off at the bakery for some breakfast before continuing. It was about a 2km walk, but at 9am it was already 35 degrees and rising. Fortunately when we arrived at the exhibition it was nice and cool. The lady there was over-the-top happy and it made us feel quite good after the exhausting walk. It was now about 43 degrees outside. She helped us to try to find a bus or hire car (no success), then we went into the exhibition. It was absolutely fascinating, I loved the exhibition because it told such a great story about Bourke’s history. I won’t write about it here however I’ll share some of my favorite parts. I loved the story about Mr. & Mrs E. M. Davis, as they were rich station owners however treated everybody on their station with delight. They ran a tight shop, with all of their staff wearing three-piece suits and gorgeous dresses to dinner parties – even the station hands, both Aboriginal and White. Those who worked with them said that they felt included and looked after which is pretty magical given the trends of how society treated lower-class citizens in the late 1800s.

    The final part that I will leave you with is about Henry Lawson who travelled to Bourke when one of his men tours told him that he was becoming stale in Sydney. He wrote: “I rise in the drought from the Queensland rain. I fill my branches again and again; I hold my billabongs back in vain, for my life and my peoples the South Seas drain; and the land grows old and the people will see the worth of the Darling River”. One thing that I have noticed in general about Bourke, is that while it is in the absolute middle of nowhere, people water their lawns and look after their houses in a way that makes it feel similar to Bendigo. It is not until you walk about 100m out of the town, albeit small, that you realize you are in the middle of nowhere in the arid Australian desert.

    After exploring the Back O’ Bourke exhibition we walked back to the hotel in the 43 degree heat via the supermarket and rested in the room. We ate dinner at the hotel which was very substatial – I had roast vegetables with loads of different salads. Afterward we decided to go for a short walk around the town during the dusk hours, which was a little bit cooler (just below 40). We walked from one end of town to the other after walking below the gigantic wharf that was used by paddle-steamers to haul wool down the Darling. To finish our walk we went to the Bowling Club – we had realized by now that the Aboriginal & lower-class White people go to the Bowlo, and that the White snobby people go to the Port of Bourke Hotel. We chose to go and sit at the Bowlo to play pokies with the locals, one of whom was absolutely hilarious – and I won $120! At around 10.30pm we went back to the hotel and to bed, as we had to catch the bus at 9am the following morning.

    KM Travelled: 380 / Steps Taken: 11,382 / Temp: 44*C
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