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Charters Towers


After a brief sojourn by the sea we headed back inland to the mining city of Charters Towers a major regional centre.  As you can see we are back in the dry country.

I had wanted to reach here via the inland rather than going back to the sea but there was little to no mobile coverage on the 500km stretch of road and nowhere with reliable supply for us to stay for the night to allow me to do my work.

It's the weekend again. I will take you for a walk tomorrow.


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    1. Not really ... It is less than 150Kms from Townsville.

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    2. The 500kms was from Atherton down to Charters Towers. But we did those via the coast road.

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  2. Look forward to the walk.
    Not sure we will make it up that way so enjoying your view of it.

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    1. Thanks Jo. I enjoy your water views because I don't like being out on boats much so see something I don't normally see.

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  3. It's a bugger when you have to have a mobile connection to work, but great that you can combine travel with work all the same. Happy travels...

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    1. Yeh I'm not complaining. It sure beats the 2.5 hour each way commute to the city that I used to do.

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