Time to head home. Slowly. Went inland on the New England Highway. A parallel road to the coast that runs through the Oz hinterland. Another dose of beauty. Not spectacularly so, it looks like the best of English countryside in a sweep that seems to run forever.
They call this a highway, but even by Swedish road standards it’s quiet. The big excitement of the day was seeing another car.
Then we found Armidale, a town in high places. It’s actually the highest town in Oz at around 1500 meters. Which means it’s 35 degrees in the day, and 5 in the evening. Slept like logs when in the cool air.
Did a trip the following day taking in Amidale’s culture. A bit like one of those “world’s shortest books” jokes, but what was interesting was the aboriginal museum. We’ve deliberately kept away from that kind of thing, as we can’t stand digeridoo music (or however you spell it). But this was interesting. One guy showed the plight of his nation through some high-class art.
One painting depicted the time some natives killed a sheep farmer who’d deliberately driven his cattle into their feeding lands. They were rounded up and pushed over a cliff. The ones that refused to jump were shot. Doesn’t make you proud.
Went for nine holes of golf in hat must by definition be Oz’s highest golf course. Really disappointed that there were no wallabies on the green. Golf here is great. No showing cards, no slope system, no strict adherence to rules, just go out and have a great time. Actually makes the sport enjoyable instead of a mathematical formula.
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