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Our next stop was Echuca another old river port and home of the riverboats and houseboats today, together with it's wonderful old wharf and a busy historic precinct.



While we were there some rain came through. What a relief. The previous day it was 41C at 7.30pm and the overnight minimum 30C so the day was off to a hot start.

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  1. Boating down a river is an adventure. What lies around the next bend is always a mystery

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  2. I love the old paddle steamers. There aren't many (perhaps any) around Sydney anymore.

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  3. Winam, there is the Nepean Belle at Penrith that I know of.

    Bill, I have not done a lot of river cruising. Come to think of it maybe I should go for a trip on the Nepean Belle one day as a Wayfaring trip!

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  4. I love pictures of ports and boats - your photo of the riverboat is particularly charming.

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  5. How nice must it be going up or down the river in such a hot day! I would do it if I was there, the river banks look wonderful!

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  6. If you do the Nepean Belle, give me a hoy. I would love to come along!

    Can you remember yonks ago a television show about paddle boats on the Murray with John whatshisface and that woman in SeaChange. I loved that show ...

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  7. Julie, yes I remember it "All the Rivers Run" with Sigrid Thorton and John Waters.

    Will do re the Nepean Belle. I just checked it is called a paddlewheeler which I assume means it doesn't run on steam but will be a pleasant trip nonetheless. You do however realise it runs on THAT river.

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  8. Oh golly ... forgot about that in my excitement!!

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  9. It is great following you around out of the way Australia. Clunking old paddle boats, mile wide high streets with wooden verandahs -- I would never have been able to imagine what these places would be like.

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