Our Day in Manly

Today we got up, made breakfast of a fried egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich before heading down to the Circular Quay to catch a ferry to Manly. We just missed the 10 am ferry and had to wait for the 10:30 one, which was ok, but Mom came into the radar of what was probably just a lonely old man looking for someone to talk to, but ended up creeping us out in the end. We didn't mind having a brief conversation with him on the Quay and saying our goodbyes; it was when he showed up again on the plank waiting for the Manly ferry that we started to worry. He kept asking us the same questions over and over again, and kept moving closer to mom on the bench as he was talking. I just kept my eyes on him to make sure he wasn't going to pick-pocket or attack. We managed to ditch him after we boarded the ferry, and mom put up the hood on her jacket so that he may no see us. But then we heard from behind us "So you got cold and put your jacket on, huh?" I almost started laughing. Thank goodness at that point he either lost interest or finally took the hint, because he decided to start harassing other people around us. I don't mind speaking to people, but he was giving off a major creep factor, and it was to the point where if he followed us off the ferry and acted like he wanted to spend the day with us in Manly, we were going to have to be a little rude and say "Look, this is a mother daughter day, it was nice to meet you, but we'd like to continue on our own at this point." (Haha, we had rehearsed this in case we had to pull it out.)

So we were a little distracted, but I still managed to get some pretty good pictures on the ferry ride over.

The ride took about 30 minutes and we landed in Manly around 11am. We got a free map from the information center before walking through The Corso, in the town center. We stopped at a shop and got some souvenirs, including a much needed hoodie for the windy day. We walked down to the beach front and walked along the beach until it was time for our reservation at Jellyfish cafe. Our waitress asked us if we wanted sparkling or still water, then brought us menus. Our living social deal got us 2 appetizers, 2 main courses, and a shared dessert. We picked mushrooms stuffed with ricotta and pine nut and a deep fried soft shell crab with a salad of shaved green onions, red pepper, and cilantro as or appetizers. Both were delicious!

For our mains, I got a fancy version of 'fish and chips;' it was grilled swordfish with a Mediterranean salsa and crispy fried potatoes. Mom got the catch of the day, which came with a salad of sprouts, rocket, cucumber, and ginger with a terriyaki dressing.

Around this time, we were getting full, but we were very impressed. We had decided we wanted to get a coffee with dessert, both because we were chilly, and also because it would be the only thing we would have to give money for since most of this was on the voucher.  We asked to see the drink menu and after looking it over, I slowly realized our "still" water we had requested at the beginning when offered sparkling or still was not tap water; it was Italian mineral water, and $5 a bottle, and we had already drank three! Oh well, we had commented it was good water, and it was mostly a communication break down, but paying $15 for water did put a little damper on dessert.

Our dessert was a sample platter consisting of a rectangle of sticky toffee pudding, a pistachio brownie with vanilla ice cream and a pistachio sugar work on top, and creme brulee with a side of mixed berries. It was very pretty and very tasty!

After lunch, which took nearly 2 hours, we waddled down to the sand and watched the surfers and crazy people who stripped down to bathing suits and dared to go in the water on this cold, windy day. Mom and I did put a toe in:

After digesting a while, we walked back up the beach and through the town center, catching the 4:45 ferry back to Sydney. We spent the evening at the hostel and watched the sun set from the rooftop terrace while enjoying a Shiraz Cabernet I picked out the other day and crusty bread, butter, and sun dried tomato spread we picked up on the way home. Ahhhhhhh.

Tomorrow is Sydney Tower, High Tea, and a play at the Sydney Opera House.

Aroma Festival, Lunch Cruise, and Chinatown

Today Was a nice, sunny day again in Sydney. Mom slept 18 hours yesterday and awoke ready to have a full day of activities today!

We got ready and made breakfast in the hostel. I was a little annoyed to find someone stole my tortilla chips that were to be used for Mexican taco salads on Monday night dinner (it's the first time I've ever had anything pinched while staying in hostels!), but I had to move on. After breakfast, we walked down to the Circular Quay area where the Aroma Festival was being held today. It was basically booth after booth of delicious things: chocolate, coffees of all varieties, glazed and spiced nuts, churros, gelato, and such. Mom and I sipped on a cafe latte as we walked from booth to booth. We also got some spiced peanuts, hot fresh mini donuts with cinnamon and sugar, and something called a spiral spud, which is a potato on a stick that has been cut into a fun spiral shape, fried, and sprinkled with the seasoning of your choice. It was glorious, and I cannot believe I haven't seen such a thing at the NC state fair.

Around noon, we began to make our way through the city to go to our lunch cruise (yes, more food!). We boarded the ship at 1:30 and we seated beside another mother-daughter couple who were from France. We took lots of amazing pictures from the ship, the best being below, and spent a lot of the 3 hours keeping our glasses from sliding off the table (choppy ride today). But it was great weather for the cruise and I think we both had a great time.

After the cruise, we had decided to do a little exploring of Chinatown. We were going to catch the free bus downtown, but of course, were passed by because it was full, so we walked. We didn't really know what we were looking for in terms of a restaurant (yes, eating again, get over it), but we settled on a Vietnamese place because it had lots of people inside, so we figured it was good. Mom had crispy chicken and I had a bowl with grilled pork and spring rolls on vermicelli noodles, so good. But I think mom liked dessert best. It was sweetened black rice (what?) in coconut milk. It reminded us a little of oatmeal because it was warm and slightly sweet, but the coconut milk made it very tasty.

We caught a bus back to the hostel where (YAY) mom's bag had been shipped to us and was waiting on her at reception! Another full day tomorrow- Manly!

Day 1 in Sydney

Mom is here! I meant to snap a picture of her coming in at the airport, but I was too excited. The airlines lost her luggage, well, hopefully not "lost," they seem to think they know where it is and can have it here tomorrow. I felt bad though, especially when we had to buy very expensive replacement items in a downtown Sydney shop.

We got back to the hostel around 10:30 in the morning and were told we could not check in until 2pm. I had a light day planned, just exploring the Circular Quay, because I figured she would be tired. We walked through the Rock's Markets area that are set up during the weekend and got lunch from one of the booths. We sat in the sun near the Circular Quay and watched people and the harbour as we ate. Afterwards we walked over to the Opera House to get the obligatory tourist pictures in front of and around the Opera House. After a full lap around the Opera House, a short time on the Man O War jetties near the Opera House, and a small tour of the edge of the Botanical Gardens, we stopped in some shops at the Circular Quay to get Mom some replacement stuff and some other essentials (like wine and an ice cream cone!) It was around 2 by then and so we made our way back, almost all uphill, to the hostel. I love The Rocks area, but it's such a random, dispersed layout, with many levels, I almost never go back the same way I left. I don't do this for new scenery, but because I cannot find my way back! There is always a new series of stairs to climb to take you to another section of the road you didn't know existed; it's nice to discover new places each day in an area you've spent a week in.

Anyway, we managed to find our way back and checked into our hostel. Mom took a shower and changed into a shirt she had bought and shorts I had lent her and didn't emerge for the rest of the day, haha. She took a nap around 3, and I ended up doing the same. I made us an easy dinner of spaghetti and salad, delivered her room service because she looked too tired to make it down 3 flights of stairs, then she managed to stay up until around 7:30 pm before going back to sleep again. I told her if she wakes up at like 4 or 5 tomorrow morning, she could go watch the Olympics in the TV room, haha.

Tomorrow we have a harbour lunch cruise planned, so I promise to bring you some pictures. I was too overwhelmed and distracted today, plus it would have just been more shots of the Opera House and Bridge, like I took in 2010 and April.

Mom's Big Adventure!

Tomorrow I fly to Sydney to meet my mom and begin our journey across Australia! She will arrive on Saturday and I will meet her at the airport and be her guide for 3 weeks.

We will literally start east and move west as far as we can, taking a 6 day tour in the middle to Uluru.
Complete itinerary is below.

On a negative note, I cannot believe I am sick again! I was better for 2 days from the flu, then began to feel a new cold coming on. I hope since it appears to just be a head cold that it will not last that long, but I am soooooooo tired of being sick.

July 28: Mom arrives in Sydney
Check into YHA, settle in
Explore Circular Quay, Harbour, Opera House, Botanical Gardens
Lunch at Circular Quay
Dinner in at YHA

July 29: Breakfast in at YHA
Lunch Cruise from Darling Harbour 1:30pm, King Street Wharf #7 (voucher)
Browse City, Chinatown, dinner out

July 30: Breakfast at YHA
Ferry to Manly
3 course Lunch at Jellyfish Cafe (voucher)
Afternoon in Manly
Dinner at YHA

July 31: Breakfast Out (maybe Bonafide Cafe, 70 Druitt Street?)
Hyde Park, Sydney Tower
High Tea at Kuaizi at 2 pm
Duchess of Mali at Opera House

August 1: Breakfast at YHA
Bus to Coogee
Spend afternoon at Coogee, lunch
Dinner with Bert in Little Italy

August 2: Up early, check out
Breakfast at YHA
Mom and I fly to Adelaide at 12 pm
Volleyball in the evening

August 3: Breakfast at home
Bus to the city
Explore City
Lunch at Botanical Gardens @ 12:30
Explore city more
Uncorked @ 4:30 at Wine Center

August 4: Barossa Valley/Handorf Tour

August 5: Markets at Port Adelaide
Dinner at Home (I'm making homemade Brunswick Stew!)

August 6-11: Rock Tour:
August 6: Pickup in Adelaide 6:30 pm, ride Greyhound overnight.
August 7: Coober Pedy at 6 am
Town Tour at 8:30 am
Breakaways Tour 2 hours before sunset
August 8: Back on Greyhound at 6am to go to Alice Springs (there by 2:30pm)
Explore/ Sleep overnight in Alice Springs
August 9: Drive to Uluru, camping
August 10: Uluru, camping
August 11: Return to Alice Springs, stay overnight

August 12: Fly to Perth at 10 am

August 13: Grand Perth and Fremantle Tour

August 14: Spend day exploring city

August 15: Fly to Sydney/ Adelaide separately

August 16: Mom flies home

The Footy, The Flu, and The "Mexican" Wave

Sorry it has taken me almost a week to write about my first live footy experience. I have had the full-blown flu since Sunday. Today I felt well enough to actually venture out to the grocery store and got real food. I ate fruit- cantalope, strawberries, and cherries (thanks Grace!) and hummus (doctored up with garlic and lemon juice, like my Daddy taught me) and pita bread and limeade for lunch. It was glorious. I had missed volleyball this week, but considering that I can barely breathe when sitting still, it was probably better that I sat it out. I went to dinner last night with Sarah's whole family (minus her Dad, he had to work) and I got to talk to Judy, her sister-in-law, about her visit to America. She went to Texas, so I told her she would have a skewed view of "America," but she said she enjoyed it  and everyone was very nice. She wants to go back!

Ok, now for last Saturday. Belinda, Sarah's friend who I have met once in 2010, picked me up and we went to the Paradise Interchange to catch the bus to the arena. Everyone we saw was decked out in either Adelaide Crows colors- blue, red, yellow, or Port Colors- teal and black. Sarah had loaned me her Crows scarf to wear- she says the Showdown is like a Dook UNC game, and she didn't want me to be on the wrong side. We caught the bus (it was free! but packed) with her church group. Once past the interchanges, the bus made no stops until we got to the arena. We unloaded and walked to the entrance. I was with a couple of girls that I talked with on the bus and we had lost Belinda. We looked at our ticket and decided to set out in search of our seat. We ended up walking all the way around the stadium, only to realize the last stretch of the stadium is gated off as "members only." So we turned around and walked all the way back to the gate we started. We then realized (which I had suspected) that if we had walked in the other direction initially, our gate we needed was literally the very next one. I told them not to say what happened, to just say we had gone on a tour of the arena, not walked all the way around looking for our gate, only to have to turn around and walk all the way back. So we finally took our seats. Here is a shot from our seats:

The people sitting around me confused me for an Australian (haha, me!) and I was asked to explain the rules, what was happening, etc. I must say I did pretty well for being a Yank and only having watched about 4 or 5 footy matches in their entirety in my whole life. I got a hotdog at half time and wanted hot chocolate, but it was broken. Here is a pic of the people I was sitting with (I closed my eyes like a dork):

In the last quarter, the group started whispering that we were going to start a "mexican wave." Is that like the wave? I said. "Why do you guys call it a Mexican wave?" They all insisted that was what it is called, even in movies. "No, nuh-uh. We invented the wave, it's called "The Wave." Maybe you guys are just being racist." No one could explain to me, so I was forced to google when I got home. My research: The Wave was first believed to occur during a hockey game in Canada in the late 70's. The wave is known outside of North America as the "Mexican Wave" because it was first introduced to the world in 1986 at the FIFA World Cup in Mexico, hence the name Australians have given it. Who knew?

Anyway, after around 10 failed attempts, we got a wave to go all the way around the whole stadium. We actually got 2 going at once! it was pretty awesome, whether the waves were of Mexican descent or not.

So anyway, the Crows totally dominated, like 118 to 57 or something like that, it wasn't even close. It could have been more exciting, but I definitely enjoyed my first footy experience.

Milkshakes on a Chilly, Winter-time 4th of July

Today, I woke, of course, to the sound of the room service starting on the rooms down the hall. I emerged to take a shower and from down the hall I was greeted- "want your room done today, love?" I explained I would be checking out by 10 am, so she could wait until then and undo the whole room. She frowned and looked at her watch, to which I said it might be by 9:30, then I scurried off to take my shower. Why am I being pressured to check out early because she wants to clean a room? Dude, do like every other hotel on the planet and wait until after checkout times to clean the rooms!

Anyway, I showered, dressed, and got the hell out of her way so her job could be done before her lunch break. I found myself in the information center again, speaking to my lady the last time. She gave me tips on how to catch the bus to South Broken Hill to go to Bells. I thanked her again for helping me the past few days, I think she's my favorite person I met in Broken Hill. I went down a couple of  blocks to library and used their free wifi for a couple of hours. I had realized that Bell's despite likening themselves to a 50s diner, only served drinks and desserts, no actual food. On the way to the bus stop, I went to a cafe and ordered a hotdog to go. I waited 15 minutes at the bus stop, then told the bus driver I needed to get off at Patton street. He said he could drop me nearby, but that I would have to ring the bell to remind him. Ok, let me take this time to tell you what a wretched mess the Broken Hill bus system is. Their buses are fairly new and nice enough, but the fliers you get to try and tell how to catch a bus at a certain time, as well as how much the fair will be, leave lots to be desired. Anyway, I rode, point by point monitoring where we were on the route so I could ring the bell at a destination near where I was going. We passed the road I needed, and I stood to ring the bell, but the driver was already pulling to the side because he remembered. I went to the front of the bus to thank him and he said "You better be glad I remembered, mate. You didn't ring the bell." I explained-"I was trying to find the road as we passed, I've never been here before or been on these buses, I was about to ring the bell."  Dammit, I'm mad again.

Patton Street was right ahead of me, so I walked up the road and turned down the street. It only took a couple of blocks before I saw the Bell's sign ahead of me. I went in, threw my bags down, and looked at a menu. I knew I either wanted a milkshake or a float (I think they call these "spiders"), but I decided, without even spotting it on the menu, that I wanted a malted chocolate milkshake. It arrived quickly, and almost made up for the rudeness of people this morning. I forgot that milkshakes are a lot thinner here than they are in the states, but it was still delicious.

I promise, I was more thrilled than I looked. Maybe just tired from my room service wake up call.

After Bell's, I still had some time to kill before going to the airport, so I crossed the street to a park and read on the bench a while. I called for a taxi about an hour later and went to the airport a little early to see the Flying Doctors. The Broken Hill Flying Doctors tour was more thorough and better set up that the one I went on in Alice Springs, but I found out Broken Hill is the biggest outpost of Flying Doctors, so that might be why. I walked around to the exhibits, they played a public service type video, then gave us a behind the scenes tour. Below are planes in the garage ready to go at the first sign of trouble.

After I saw all there was to see at the Flying Doctors, I still had over an hour until my flight, but now I was stuck at the tiny, one room airport. I read until I was allowed to check in and they loaded us onto the plane a little after 6pm. I gasped, literally, as I walked out onto the tarmac and saw the moon. It was full, and still low on the horizon, and tiny lines of clouds ran across it. It was gorgeous, and a fitting goodbye to Broken Hill. I arrived back in Adelaide around 7:30 and caught the bus back to Paradise Interchange. I waited over 30 minutes for my 503 bus, but it never came. Sarah was texting me and offered to lend me her boyfriend Emmanuel to pick me up at the interchange. He was currently on a bus on the way there. 10 more minutes and my bus never came, but Emmanuel came off the next 502 that came by. We grabbed something to eat (I still hadn't eaten dinner) and after several detours due to construction that seems to be completely surrounding the house right now, we finally made it home around 9:30. 

Art Galleries and Mining Memorials: Broken Hill: 7/1- 7/3

7/2
Yesterday was fairly uneventful. I arrived to Broken Hill without much of a hitch and took a taxi into town. I think taxi was the way to go. It was definitely a walkable distance, but it didn't look like the greatest neighborhood. When I got to Broken Hill, I checked into the Black Lion. I disturbed the clerk from her early dinner/late lunch and she showed me up to my room. We walked across the drive through liquor that was attached to the hotel. The room is basic, but has a tv, so I was ok. I tossed my stuff down and crossed the street to the information center (Black Lion was selected mostly because it was right across the street from the information center). I gathered up all the brochures that looked of interest and asked someone at the desk to direct me to the nearest grocery. It was about 5 blocks across town, and I still had a couple of hours of daylight left, so I set out directly. I was a little weirded out because I didn't see a lot of people around on my walk, but I got there ok. I picked up some milk, bread, turkey, cheese, jelly, a banana, and farmer's union iced coffee. I walked home a different route and picked up a subway sandwich for dinner. Back in my room, I planned the events for the next couple of days while shuffling through the brochures from the information center.

Today, I called mom this morning (after realizing I would not be able to skype) and spoke to her and the Rudisills. We spoke about an hour and I was reminded again by Papaw not to get into any cars with strangers. After some toast with jam, coffee, and Doctor Quinn (followed by 7th Heaven- I think I found mom's channel, haha), I went across the street for my daily visit to the information center. I knew I wanted to see all the art galleries today and I got detailed suggestions on what route to take for my art gallery tour. I also called to try and schedule a desert sculpture tour for Tuesday evening, but was told they needed at least 2 people to go, so they took my information and said they would call if it happened. I think most people drive here, so they are able to drive themselves out to things like the desert sculpture display and the mines. I started off by walking down to the Broken Hill Regional Art Gallery at the end of the main strip in town. It was a nice gallery- a mix of older and modern art with Aboriginal work sprinkled in. The featured gallery included a project where old pictured from Max Max films and the past of Broken Hill were held in front of the same location as modern day and a picture was taken to contrast now and then.

After the gallery, I stopped for lunch at Cafe Alfresco and got a chicken sandwich for lunch. Next, I went to Mining and Mineral Museum and took about a hundred pictures of minerals and saw a heavily guarded "silver tree" that is apparently famous and you are not allowed to take pictures of it.

My next location was meant to be The Bush n' Beyond gallery, but I walked to the very end of Argent where it was supposed to be located and ended up on the top of a dead end hill. I shrugged and decided to start my long trek to the Pro Hart Gallery. The gallery is located on the complete other side of town (I assume it used to be his actual house, as it is in an affluent neighborhood), but I decided to walk since I had enough time and I would have to get on and off 2 separate buses to get there. I began walking around 2pm, taking off my sweatshirt when I got hot and reapplying it in shady areas when the wind picked up. I went through various neighborhoods, sometimes getting nervous and planning escape routes should I be approached by someone sketchy or attacked by the occasional dog who barked at me through a fence. I now realize that I was never in any real danger, but I guess it's better that I am alert and aware than completely oblivious. It was funny, I would be walking into a sketchy looking locations, starting to get nervous, then I would see 3 girls on a swing set alone on a playground, showing me that 3 children were being more brave than me. They called hello to me and carried on a conversation as I passed. FINALLY, I reached the end of Kaolin street and the Pro Hart gallery was visible ahead. It had his cars out front, including the one he painted art on:

The gallery was three stories of his works, including a side room of his works and prints of his works that could actually be purchased at the modest prices of between $400 and $18000. After browsing all floors and purchasing a $5 magnet (more in my price range), I set out on my trek back toward the end of town I lived on. I walked down Chloride Street this time (all the street have names like this- Oxide, Iodide, Sulphide, Colbalt, I live on Bromide) because the street went all the way back uninterrupted (I had to cross over onto other streets last time as some streets were suddenly broken by random hills, haha) and looked for a gallery on Mica Street. I walked slowly all the way down Mica street, but did not locate this gallery! I took a brief seat on the curb and looked at my map. I decided, although there was one more gallery I had on my list for the day, that I had seen enough and needed to go home. I walked back to the information center and got a caffe latte before crossing the street to my hotel. I had turkey and cheese sandwiches for dinner and planned out my next day before passing out, exhausted!


7/3 9:15 am
It's a nice morning this morning! Not overcast like the past week or so.

Ok, this hotel I am staying in, it's ok, but there are some serious issues (not like bedbug issues, but still issues) that keep me from wanting to stay here again if I were to ever come back to Broken Hill (unlikely.)

1) Their bathrooms: They are clean enough, but they are not in your room, they are down the hall (which is ok, I am only paying $40 or so for the room which is private and includes a tv, a kettle, and a toaster). Also, the toilet and the shower are separate, which I suppose would be a convenience most of the time, but I am the only girl staying here at the moment, so I have to keep walking in and out of different rooms to do different things. Also, the sink is in the shower area. And it's broken so I have to use the men's.

2) The "toilet paper:" It could be included under "bathrooms," but it's so wrong, I have to talk about it separately. So the reason toilet paper is in quotation marks is that in my opinion, this stuff is not toilet paper. It is very much like that waxy paper you use in the bakery at the grocery store to select pastries from the glass case- it actually might be that- this stuff is the exact same size and texture! You have to use at least 3 at a time, and even then, you mine as well just be using your hand. This was unacceptable. I wrote it on my list to get toilet paper at the grocery store, but after a visit to the information center across the street this morning, and seeing they have real toilet paper, even rather soft toilet paper, me being resourceful (and a healthy mixture of cheap and poor), I wound up a 3 day supply on my hand and put it in my bookbag. Yay, toilet paper!

3) The daily 8 am wake up call from room service: OK, it seems like most places at least wait until check out time to start cleaning rooms, to allow everyone to check out, you know, and others to sleep! Not here. Both mornings, they have been busting to clean rooms at 8 and 8:30. It seems like a place with a bar attached to it would at least let people sleep in until 9:30 or so, not that I have been to the bar at all, but I like sleep! I guess you could say I need to be up and out to explore Broken Hill each morning, but I say no. I have about 10 hours of sunlight, and only 5 or 6 hours of actual activities to do each day. I think I can sleep in and take my time in the mornings. I'm on vacation, dammit!

4) The bell: There is a bell I have to walk over to get to my room. It is a bell to notify them that someone is at the drive through liquor mart. It makes me feel dumb because sometimes they come out to service the car and there isn't one there, just me passing through.
Currently eating my toast and watching morning TV again. Sully on Doctor Quinn is a hotty.

15:30: Today I walked all the way up to the Miner's Memorial on the hill overlooking the city. It wasn't a bad walk; after consulting the girl in the information center about the best route up, I was convinced it would be pretty strenuous. But I did have to walk to the end of Crystal Street, cross the train track, then take the winding and occasionally steep trek up the hill to the memorial. I was passed by numerous cars, some going way too fast to be considered intelligent, so I felt like I had accomplished something walking all the way. I took some pictures with the gnome in various locations at the top of the hill (you have a marvelous view of Broken Hill) and then went inside to see the memorial.

I purchased a ticket and walked the boardwalk to the memorial site. I took some pictures from the overlook and read each name on the memorial wall (there was someone named Hines!) before going back inside to get lunch from the Broken Earth cafe. I order Risotto with King Prawns and ate my warm lunch overlooking the town. I began my walk back down the hill, taking my time as I didn't have much planned for this afternoon. As I approached the train track, a train showed up. It took 10  minutes for the train to clear the crossing, mostly because it stopped completely a few times. I actually took a seat on a side wall and waited until I could cross. Once the train had cleared, I got up, and thank goodness I looked back to see if I had left anything- I had dropped my gnome! I went back and got him, then continued through the town.
I went back to the room for a bit, then decided to seek out the other art gallery I didn't get to the day before. On the way, I located the library I would spend several hours in the net morning, getting updated on the world via internet. The gallery was nice, which included painting and jewelry and even a candy store. There was also a room with the "Big Picture," which is supposed to be the biggest painting on canvas done by one artist. I decided not to see it because it was $7.50 and the set up reminded me of those booths at the fair where you pay to see the "smallest horse alive," then it turns out to be really lame. I walked back to my side of town after the tour and got a chicken, bacon turkish sandwich for dinner from the coffee shop. Tomorrow I leave Broken Hill, but I am going to go to Bell's for lunch in honor of July 4th. I am also going to check out the Flying Doctor's at the airport before I fly out.