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Walls of China


So much potential, so little time and getting very warm out on the dune (called a Lunette because of it's cresent shape) even though at this time it was under 30C. I so wanted to do better than this but this what I got.





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  1. What an amazing place and terrific shots! I'm allways fascinated by this kind of scenery and would love to be there!

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  2. JM, I'm doing my best to convince you to put Oz on your travel agenda.

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  3. Love the third shot - the flat plains, the snaking road and the pinky sand in the foreground.
    Also love the tortured looking tree in the last photo.

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  4. i am so enjoying my travels in your amazing country!
    thank you!

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  5. Don't be disappointed, they are mesmerising. You have chosen a really good combination for us to experience the drying winds and the withering heat.

    I love the effect of the winding road ...

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  6. Shame we have to use derivative terms like "Wall of China". Makes me want to cringe.

    Any idea why it is called Mungo? I understand after the original farmers? A good word somehow for skeletons from another era ...

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  7. Oh wow, that's pretty cool. You can see all the sedimentary layers, all exposed.

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  8. A number of you have mentioned the winding road ... which is very picturesque ... but here's a question that just came to me ... what on earth is it winding around??

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  9. Regarding the names "Walls of China" had something to do with the Chinese labourers who were working on the stations.

    I did some quick research on the name Mungo and there doesn't seem to be any info on the choice of name. Mungo and Zanci were carved of as soldier settler blocks from a much larger station.

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  10. I am wondering why so often I like the first photo most, ;-).
    This time, it is the first one and the last one that are most intriguing to me.
    Did I say what a fascinating landscape this is and what fascinating photos you show us?

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