"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Indian Pacific
We've reached the moment we've been waiting for, our chance to ride the iconic Indian Pacific which is going to carry us from Adelaide to outback Broken Hill then overnight to our home near Sydney.
I peer through the windows, what is our cabin going to be like?
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
The Indian is on my bucket list!!!
ReplyDeleteNot that I want to be a party pooper but don't expect too much.
ReplyDeleteJust the name makes one dream!
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