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Waving and waves


Throughout the outback I noticed drivers wave to each other as they pass.  Time to put that hand away, we are heading back to the less civilised world. We are on the long flat drive from Broken Hill to Cobar.  More unexpected water in the desert and with the wind blowing strongly it sounded like the seaside.


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  1. A nice welcome to the outback is the wave. We enjoyed seeing all the variations too.. the nod, the tip to the hat, the slight twist of the wrist as the two fingers come down, the one finger up from the wheel and, of course, as you've shown :)

    That water looks like it's flowing fast too!

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  2. It's nice visiting places where strangers will give you a friendly wave :) and what an excellent photograph of a wave in progress.

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  3. We were also amazed by the water btw BH & Cobar earlier this year - never seen it there before, and possibly never will again!!

    We also found the wave thing to have state-specific characteristics! Has anyone else found that??

    Happy travels!!

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  4. This waving seemed to be a SA thing to us. Certainly doesn't happen the same way in NSW.

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  5. Looks like the Rhine river here in Mainz in the flooding season.

    Around here motorcyclists greet each other in this way. Drivers of special cars, too - like 2CV drivers. Beetle (the real ones) drivers. And truck drivers of course. The rest? Is just driving ... ;-)

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  6. "Drivers wave to each other as they pass" - this is a sign you're leaving 'civilization' behind... sadly! The bottom shot is wonderful and impressive.

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  7. But drivers in country NSW wave to each other. They leave their hands on the wheel and just raise their fingers, mostly, although I have also seen them do one pass with their right hand without unfurling their elbow.

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  8. Julie, on country road yes but not on the highways. We were back on the fast track home.

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