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South Australia


Yep we are in South Australia with it's characteristic stone houses.  Soon we will be passing by the Flinders Ranges which we enjoyed so much a year or two ago.  But I knew what to expect this time, to see none of the wonderous detail we enjoyed on that trip.  They would just flash by like this house.

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  1. I am thinking I need to plan myself a road trip to SA.
    Enjoying your train journey :)

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    1. A road trip is definitely worth it. But is it is a long way to drive.

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  2. I love SA, think I could live there.

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    1. Yes it does seem very liveable. I thought the same when we went down on our Flinders trip.

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  3. That is a problem with train travel and in cities you always see the grotty backs of commercial buildings.

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    1. Yes long distance trail travel is certainly better than suburban city travel. I was only thinking that today as we went down to the city ... most of the time I could not even be bothered looking out the window.

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  4. A very familial South Aussie rural scene .... I always wonder about the story behind old abandoned stone cottages ....who lived there? What happened to them?

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  5. Those lovely stone cottages are so typical of South Australia aren't they. They hold such a lot of history of those first eager settlers.

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