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New year, new trip

Happy New Year everyone, the perfect day to start a new trip. Thank you for following my adventures throughout the past year ... having people to show things to makes the travel all the more fun.

We are off to Mildura and Mungo National Park. Mildura is 1000 kms west from here and Mungo a further couple of hundred kilometres round trip. So I'm taking you on a 2500-3000km journey, an exciting drive. I hope you enjoy it too over the next month or so.

It's a hot day. The sun is shining brightly and the thermometer is rising quickly, making us a little worried that the people who warned us against going outback at this time of year might have been right.


  1. Outback? Not really do you thing? Maybe inner-out-back ...

    I have never been to Mungo National Park. I am looking forward (had to erase dying) to seeing it through your lens.

    Glad to see the chauffeur got his gorgeous mug into the blog!

  2. I checked the descriptions that NSW Tourism gives these places and Mungo is in Outback NSW along with places like Broken Hill and Tibooburra, Mildura is not as it is closer to the coast (it's in Victoria anyway). You will see from the labels as we go along what the various regions are ... so at the start we are in Cabonne Country.

    Got permission from the chauffeur to include his pic ... he appears at the beginning of each new day in the journey ... more particularly to show the world outside his window

  3. Temperatures falling, snow is expected. The longest trip I will do today is going from the living room to the kitchen to get me another cup of tea :-D.

    Have fun!

  4. I'm so jealous.
    Mungo National Park is in my top 5 places to visit IN THE WORLD!!
    I don't think I would be as brave as you though and head there in the middle of summer - I'd end up as a little molten mess on the red dirt.

    I've so enjoyed your 'jaunts' over the past year.
    I hope you have many more wonderful adventures in 2010.

  5. Yes, this blog is a bit like try-before-you-buy. Well it was until warned not to drive! But I have ways to overcome that.

  6. Martina, you have my sympathy, I'm like that in the winter too.

    Letty, it turned out not to be too hot but a few days either way it could have been horrible. I loved it ... but there are a lot of miles to cover before we get there ... hang on in there it's worth the ride.

  7. I love your jaunts. I'm looking forward to the day when we can do that. You're a great example of someone who enjoys themselves wherever they are.

  8. And I love the map! That's a grand idea!


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