Today we traveled 250 kilometers to White Cliffs which was an old opal-mining town north of Menindee. The drive there showed to me that the emptiness of the outback was so vast and endless that it gave one a sense of loneliness there, and it felt like we were in a cement mixer the whole time. The population of the town was only 80, but the interesting thing about it was the houses were built into the side of the two white hills. We looked trough the Dug-Out-Underground motel which felt like I was walking into a James Bond movie with its secret tunnels and dark halls. The two things that were appealing to me however, was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen in my life and the best pub I have ever seen in my life. It did not have the best looks to it with its linoleum floors and laminated surfaces, but it had a great and happy atmosphere to it. What surprised me though was that the owner treasured his TV a lot because he just got it 2 years earlier. I can’t wait until tomorrow, when I drive back to Broken Hill and board the train again.
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