Along the road, old mines have been closed for a long time.
We were welcomed by two beautiful horses at the visitor centre...
Belts, hard hats, frontal lamps... Ready to go down!
It was too dark to take pictures inside. We went down for 30 meters, and the guide was really good at explaining the horrible working conditions of the miners in the late 19th century. They were dying of dysentery, typhoid, lead-poisoning, lung diseases... Or in the many accidents occurring.
Back to Broken Hill...
Argent Street, the main street. Many of the town’s streets are named after metals and minerals found in the mine.
This is how it was before, at the beginning of the 20th century...
... in 1888...
The roo bar, a "must-have"equipement here in the outback.
The hill divides the city into two different parts. There is a great view from the top, the Miners' Memorial, and a restaurant.
Passing in front of the station...
After crossing the railway, I started climbing... The flies are terrible. They stick to your face, your mouth, your eyes... It's impossible to get rid of them.
Another closed mine on the way...
And here I was at the top!
2 comments:
I hope my dream came true next years
You're right, don't forget your dreams, they can give you so much energy :-)
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