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Road trains


Out this way the railway trains have all but been replaced by road trains.  This one is carrying cattle, probably in the way to Roma where there is big cattle sale yard.

And as the puddles show quite a lot of rain has been falling.

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  1. We saw plenty of these things up north too. Pretty dangerous when you come up against them on an unsealed road. The only thing you can do is pull up by the side of the road until the dust clears.

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    1. Yep and in Queensland they seem to make narrow roads with very steep sides. A nightmare.

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  2. They are huge things and the drivers must be clever to handle them. As Winam says, they are not pleasant to meet on the road.

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  3. I have never seen one of these here.

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    1. JM, many Australian's have not seen them either because they are only allowed on the inland roads out beyond the cities the main towns and cities.

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  4. The guy on top is nice. Gives the photo this extra special touch. I like that.

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    1. Yes, I like the way he gives a better idea of scale. There were lots of cattle stamping and thumping about in the truck, he was checking them out.

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    2. I wonder if he might be talking to them. Like pacifying reassuring things: "Everything will be alright!"

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