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Zanci


There are the remains of the old Zanci homestead and wool shed. At the now demolished homestead they had an underground dugout where they used to escape the heat ... I wanted to escape the heat by now.

The picture above is of the old tankstand. And the old wool shed below. There is a much more impressive wool shed at Mungo, I'll show you that tomorrow.

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  1. I love structures like this. The work that has gone into them. Not just thrown up. Look at the straight lines on that wool shed!

    Zanci - sounds Italian ...

    I think I would need aircon!!

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  2. Looking at the map, Mungo is way closer to Mildura than Broken Hill. That surprised me.

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  3. This is all new to me. I am enjoying the trip.

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  4. The remains of the tankstand look fantastic!

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  5. First photo - Australian version of Stonehenge

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  6. Julie, yes it's actually very close to Mildura ... a couple of hundred Ks out in that part of the world is nuthin.

    Bill, glad you are enjoying it. I'm enjoying reliving the trip too.

    JM, the old woolshed is actually just a knarled and beautiful as the tank stand inside ... I think you would have liked it too.

    Letty, I love that description!!

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  7. And as always: First photo! ;-)

    The perspective and the structure of the wood is really nice - especially with the blue sky as a background.

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  8. This is what I think most Americans think of when Australia comes to mind. It's an astonishing structure, beautifully wrought.

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