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March 15th 2010
Published: March 15th 2010
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BOUND FOR SOUTH AUSTRALIA At the risk of boring you all rigid, this blog contains yet more photos of impossibly beautiful beaches with white sand, turquoise sea and stunning coastal backdrops. The southern edge of Western Australia is crammed with beauty spots to make up for the huge expanse of desert on the inside. Our last entry had us scaling granite outcrops in the Porongurup Range. Impress... Read Full Entry



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On the roadOn the road
On the road

This is what Australia's longest stretch of straight road looks like...for 146.6 kms
In the middle of nowhereIn the middle of nowhere
In the middle of nowhere

at Eucla, on the border of WA and South Australia
The Eucla Telegraph StationThe Eucla Telegraph Station
The Eucla Telegraph Station

being swallowed up by shifting sand dunes on the Great Australian Bight
Bunda CliffsBunda Cliffs
Bunda Cliffs

at the Head of Bight - the only bit of visual excitement on the Nullarbor as the plain crumbles into the Southern Ocean
The obligatory road sign shotThe obligatory road sign shot
The obligatory road sign shot

but we didn't see any of them :(
The real NullarborThe real Nullarbor
The real Nullarbor

on the treeless plain section
And here's another section...And here's another section...
And here's another section...

Looking...just like the other ones. It was interesting, but we were glad when it was over!



18th March 2010

Hi
This is a very interesting blog and so i like to visit your blog again and again. Keep it up. Alan http://holidaydestinationinindia.blogspot.com
31st March 2010

I am so impressed
Never saw you as a mountain climber Hillary, or caravaning thru the Nullabor. 40* is real hot. It is such a contrast to Ray and my motor bike ride, 23 days around the SI. The hilight was 3 days on a ketch with 10 others in Doubtful Sound. The heavens fell and the falls sprang to life, cascades of singing white water into the black Fiord water. Then through a storm bomb, anchored but shuddering and rolling in the screaming wind, like being taken for a ride in a belching whale.

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