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South Australia

The Border between New South Wales and South Australia at Cockburn


Bright and early today we cross the border into South Australia. It’s over 30 years since we drove into South Australia and we haven’t  travelled on this route before so it’s an all new adventure for us … I like it that way.

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  1. Yes, I like crossing from one state to the next. Strange how we are addicted to photos of state border signs. Funny how we are addicted to states ... parochialism ...

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  2. Julie, The funny thing is that that states are different from each other ... in their architecture and other more subtle ways.

    Megan, I would like to wander more ... but I have to work to pay the bills.

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  3. More than thirty years?! I would be excited too! :-)

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  4. Yes, I agree. The differences are palpable. Maybe it is the type of people who are attracted to the physical attributes of the state ... and the built environment alters accordingly.

    Interesting how the election split the states ... I would like to see a breakdown of the increase in the QLD population caused by retirees from Victoria and NSW. Think it could be a rather high proportion.

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  5. This is a geography lesson for me. Very interesting.

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