It was nice at Mount Panorama, I decided to stay there another night. There were a couple of museums I wanted to see, and I had washing to do.
Bathurst being a University town, there would be launderettes.
It was the garbage truck driver who gave me that information. About it being a university town. He also told me that Wednesday night was the students drinking night and that on Thursday mornings garbage bins could be everywhere. In addition, he said, they lost bins. Some weeks none, some weeks 20. People took them home for spare bins, or threw them in the river. $54 each the council paid for each one.
You realise how by simply reading this stuff your general knowledge is being vastly widened?
In the morning there was a man in the launderette using all 5 machines. It looked like he had another 3 loads to go in when he'd finished with this five. So I went shopping, and visited the tourist office. By the time I got back to the launderette there was a spare machine.
The town museum was rather fun, I enjoyed my visit. But hey, I've got a photo somewhere. I must get to work on photos.
Right. Done it. So here is the view from the balcony of the Bathurst museum.
It was a nice museum. I won't knock it. And Bathurst is a nice town. 35,000 inhabitants, if I remember right, wide streets, no parking problems, lots of roundabouts so not full of frustrating traffic lights, all the major stores are there, I like Bathurst. And everyone I met from Bathurst was pleasant.
After the town museum I went to the motor museum. Mount Pleasant, on top of which I am spending the night, is not only a mountain with a good view, it is also a famous (in Australia) motor racing circuit of I think 6.7 Km with a difference in height, lowest part to highest, of 200 metres. This makes an interesting circuit. I've driven round it. It is tricky at the speeds I go in my van. What it must be like for these guys hitting approaching 200 kmph I hesitate to think. They seem to mainly use it for long distance races. But it makes Silverstone - the UK GP circuit on an old aerodrome, and therefore flat - look boring.
The motor museum was well presented.
And here is a view from the top.
Holden, motoring aficionados will already know, is THE Australian car manufacturer. It's also the only one. The standard pickup they produce is incredibly sleek and low slung with severely sloping windscreen, looks like it was made for speed records. I'll have to catch a photo of one. There's plenty of them about.
Here are 3 photos taken from my parking spot. They read from left to right, and if I was as good as Jon Radowski on this sort of stuff I would make it into one long panorama. But I'm not. So you have separate 3 photos. If you are interested to see what Jon can get up to, try a Google search on his name. There can't be that many people called Jon Radowski.
OK, 3 photos from my parking.
Later - a year later actually - I've now discovered how to stitch them together. To see them in one large panorama, clickhere. Nice clouds too.
On the way out of Bathurst I called in at a Caravan repair shop to ask if I could replace the broken base of my table. Unfortunately not, but a welder was suggested who might be able to repair it. I thought as it was an aluminium diecast a welding repair was not possible but I tried the suggested welder. He was out.
I reached Gulgong. Remember I remarked on the strange names of places? In Gulgong they have a famous pioneer museum. Yep, it deserves it's fame.
Oh, the next photo is not Gulgong. Scrabble scrabble though my maps. Ah, it's Sofalia, an old gold prospecting town.
Driving after the town, on some 7 or 8 km of dead end road, I was impressed by the number of spoil heaps alongside the road. At one time there were 25,000 inhabitants of the town, now less than 100. But there must have been an amazing number of small mines being worked here, to produce this quantity of discarded stones.
Now we come to the Gulgong museum.
Huge, lots to see, but I was short of time. I had less than 2 hours, it needed more.
I had asked at the information office, where could I park for the night. She suggested the showground. I went there, cooked dinner, and returned to town for a beer. Here's where I went. I wasn't totally ignored, as last time, but I don't recollect any enthralling conversations.
After a beer - maybe two - I drove up to flirtation hill, the local high spot. In terms of altitude, not high life! There was a nice view, so I parked here for the night. Here's the view in the morning.
I drove through Merriwa and parked for the night by the battery rocks. So called I presume because they look like a battery of guns.
I reached Denman. This is a shop, not a museum. These things are for sale.
I followed the pretty route suggested by the lady in Denman, and reached Broke where I decided to park for the night.
I phoned the vehicle registration people in West Australia because I had not heard from them. Usually the invoice for the vehicle transfer arrives in about 2 weeks, now we are almost a month. I heard, thank you for calling us, do you know we have a new facility some place, now you can pay your accounts on line, etc, etc, it went on and on, and on. Eventually, after around 20 minutes of listening to this rubbish, a real person came on the line, and soon sorted out that the invoice had only just been sent, so all that was all OK. She said I could pay the transfer fee by phone, and since it was less than $100 I went ahead with that.
While she was away checking my receipt the phone cut off. I had run out of phone credit! That one single phone call, because of the interminable, unbelievable, delay in answering, had cost me over $15.
Of course, with the special number, if I had phoned from a regular phone, a fixed line, it would have cost only 50c.
Maybe just now as I write I'm not in the best frame of mind. It is bucketing down with rain, the wind is whistling, so much that it is rocking the van, and my toes are cold. I understood from Eleanor that it would be warm, so I brought shorts, sandals, stuff like that. Maybe I should have brought thick socks and more sweaters. And I should know better than to park on top of a mountain.
My first call in the morning is due to be a tour of a rain forest. Ha! Just now I'd prefer sandy beaches and sun.
Anyway, back to Broke.
After the phone call I drove around, and spotted more kangaroos.
But right now, I'm going to bed. If I keep my socks on in my sleeping bag, and cover everything up in my duvet, I should get warm.
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