Broken Hill to home

It seems amazing already that it was only yesterday we were at Coogee Beach, in far-away Sydney. An early start today, with a cuppa and a muffin before an hour or so in Broken Hill. Unfortunately we missed out on the whistle-stop tour; however, we did find an open coffee shop. Some lovely old architecture here.

Pit heads can be seen over slag heaps, all near the railway.

On the way again. Over proper breakfast we play a game of spot the kangaroo, emu and camel. We didn't find any camels, but plenty of roos and a couple of groups of emus (one with chicks). The landscape is wide open here.

The sky and clouds and colours are ever-changing.

A little further along, the green is more consistent.

Karen in the lounge car, waiting for lunch.

Passing the Ghan. It waited for us.

Well, this is a familiar sight; while I've never been around the loop in a train, I've travelled those tracks a few times.

Garey, the Duty manager from our train, kindly posing for us.

The car got a well deserved wash on the way home. It looks spic and span now; it even got a vacuum, and they found the pen and entertainement book that each have been missing for a couple of years,