Broken Hill: When we went to the visitors' centre and they told us that we would probably enjoy a mine tour, we were imagining a modern mine - down in a lift, good lighting, steel girders holding up those rock walls. Aaaahhh...no. We found ourselves 100 feet underground in a 100 year old mine, with tiny headlamps to light our way, an over-enthusiastic guide telling us all the different ways people died down there, bending over nearly double and trying not to think about the fact that there were some 100 year old gum logs and rusty nails holding up the rock. I could feel panic rising but realised there wasn't much to be done, so just held my breath and counted the minutes till we got the hell out of there. Chris was feeling the same way, I found out afterwards. The kids seemed to like it though.
Apart from the mine tour we really liked Broken Hill.
Tonight we're in Port Augusta, after a great three days in the Flinders Ranges. Off to Coober Pedy tomorrow then Uluru for M's birthday. Today was a long day, but that's other day's story...