Trish Travels: Broken Hill

Day 6 - Broken Hill

Monday, 24 September 2012

Up early and into Broken Hill. Read there was a free guided walk from the Info Centre at 10:00. We had been on a few of these in San Francisco and they were brilliant. It was a freezing morning, and as we set off with the guide we were huddled in the sunshine areas. Nturned out to be rather disappointing. The old gentleman had a memory problem, and even though he had lived there for years, he couldn't remember names, or the stories etc. He kept resorting to telling us about his life, wife and mother-in-law. After 2 and a half hours the group of a bout 20 people had dwindled down to about 10, and the rest of us were trying to hurry him along. A bit sad. I did manage to glean that Broken Hill was run by the unions, it had not been very pleasant life. Oh yes, the band on the Titanic, when it went down, was from BH! I mentioned to PAV, I had a bad feeling in the place, this was before I understood a bit of the history. Although there was some lovely old buildings and architecture, the atmosphere was overwhelming negative.

After stocking up on fresh goodies (no complaints about Woolworths, lovely to be able to find my favourite herbal teas) we went out to a caravan park - no room at the inn, even unpowered. Fortunately they had unpowered at the next one, however, their unpowered, whilst only $20, was on the side of a hill. We were backed up right next to the pool fence to try to get level. Oh well, this is all an adventure, but I did find it hard to keep a smile on my face as I was trying to fit all the fresh groceries into the kitchen/fridge and cook some things up to freeze. By the time we sat down for dinner (inside) I was frozen, but all was not lost, I remembered the hot water bottle Jude had bought me:)