Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Monday January 17 1972.
The home stretch. Out of Adelaide, heading for the Victorian border and home to Melbourne.
But now, one last side trip. We'll travel around the coast instead of taking the direct route.
Turning right at Murray Bridge, we headed along the coast to Robe.
The Coorong. Oh my. What a place. If anywhere in Australia has that mystical aboriginal sense of place, this does.
The desert had been a staggering experience but this was something else again.
We stayed at Robe overnight, a picturebook fishing town right at the bottom of the Coorong.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
But now, one last side trip. We'll travel around the coast instead of taking the direct route.
Turning right at Murray Bridge, we headed along the coast to Robe.
The Coorong. Oh my. What a place. If anywhere in Australia has that mystical aboriginal sense of place, this does.
The desert had been a staggering experience but this was something else again.
We stayed at Robe overnight, a picturebook fishing town right at the bottom of the Coorong.
is it time for a nap yet? i think so
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