We were taken on an early morning tour of Adelaide just as the sun was rising over the city. This is a statue of Colonel Light who surveyed the area, chose the site and laid out the plans for the city. Adelaide is the only state capital city in Australia that did not begin its life as a convict settlement.
This is Adelaide Oval, home of International Cricket in South Australia. It is currently being rebuilt.
And this is a view of the Adelaide Hills from Colonel Light’s Lookout.
This life-size bronze statue, by Silvio Apponyi, is in the Adelaide Parklands Railway Station. The inscription reads:
Indian Pacific, a journey that spans a continent. The largest eagle on earth, the Australian wedge-tail eagle, conveys a sense of power, momentum and purpose. It is used as a symbol of the freedom and adventure experienced by one of the world’s great rail journeys.
These “glasshouses” were seen north of Adelaide as the train continued its journey.
Gladstone (seen from the train) is a small town in the mid north of South Australia.
This semi-desert landscape was seen as we crossed into New South Wales, our home state.
We entered the town of Broken Hill (near the border with South Australia) just on dusk. We were taken on a brief tour of the township and then to an art gallery containing paintings by the late (Kevin) “Pro” Hart.
This building is the Miners’ Memorial and lists the names of more than 800 miners that have died in the mines in Broken Hill.
Outside Pro Hart’s Gallery, are three of his beloved Rolls Royce cars. This is the only one he painted.
This organ is the only one of its kind in Australia.
This is a replica of Pro’s studio, just as he left it, with his last art work on the easel. His family took photos then carefully moved all the gear into the gallery using the photos to show them where to put it all!
This is the paint gun used for his series of “cannon” paintings. On the right end of the shelf are some of the Christmas tree glass ornaments he had not yet filled with paint and fired!
Before taking up art full time, Pro worked as miner. This is is his safety gear and lunch box.
Some of Pro’s art works — you can see the different styles by comparing the large mural with the portrait of his wife above!
The next morning, having crossed 1100+ kilometres since leaving Broken Hill, we arrived at Sydney’s Central terminal station 45 minutes late. Between Redfern and Central, the train was split into two parts so that it could fit onto the platforms!
After collecting our luggage, we went to the suburban platforms to catch a train home. Mum was waiting for us at the station which was so much better than having to catch a cab.
Our adventure was over and what remains are this blog, a lot more photos and some wonderful memories. Thank you for sharing this journey with us, we hope you enjoyed it too!
Our taxi, which we had booked for 10am, was waiting for us when we went downstairs at 9:50. We were at the station by 10:10, even though we didn’t need to be there until 10:45! Herself worked on the blog while Himself booked in the luggage and took some photos.
This carriage is one of the two original carriages used on the first railway line in Western Australia.
The train we caught is called the Indian Pacific because it crosses the continent from the Indian Ocean to the Pacific Ocean (and back again, of course).
According to Himself, the train had one locomotive, twenty six carriages and four car transports! You can see here that it just stretches away into the distance on East Perth railway station.
At first the train passed through the Western Australian wheat belt.
As we travelled further east, we saw less wheat, more cattle grazing and a scrubbier landscape.
At 10:30pm, we arrived in the gold mining town of Kalgoorlie-Boulder. We were taken on a tour, despite the late hour, of the largest open-cut gold mine in Australia.
Those lights are the dump trucks going up and down inside the pit!
This is the “shovel” from one of the big machines. It really doesn’t give you an indication of size.
Perhaps this will help! (Yes, it’s cold in the desert at night in winter)!
At the Miners’ Hall of Fame, we were given a talk about one of the dump trucks. These are the controls and cab on one of these monsters!
And the man standing on top (who gave the talk), gives a great demonstration of scale! Those things are huge!
Inside the Hall of Fame, we were treated to warm drinks and savoury pastries as well as some sweet slices. The place was very interesting but there wasn’t enough time to see it properly and, at 1am, most of us were too tired to appreciate it! Himself liked sitting in the cab of the Caterpillar 990 and playing with the controls (men will be boys!)
Back at Kalgoorlie station there was time for a few more photos before re-boarding the train and much needed sleep!
We had a late, slow start to our final day in Perth. We have learned that travelling and sight-seeing is very tiring and to do it for several weeks or months would require a rest day at least once a week. It was only the thought of three days of rest on the trans-continental train that kept Herself going when she reached the point of fatigue!
For our final day, we decided to explore the city itself. We rode the Blue Cat from Mounts Bay Road, where our apartment was located, into the Busport but instead of getting off, we stayed on and did a circuit of the city.
We got off at Barrack Square to visit the “Perth Bells”. Unfortunately we had missed the bell ringing but we entered the tower to see the view from the viewing platform, 20 or so metres from the ground. The tower itself is 80 metres high but Herself thought the viewing platform high enough!
Here are some views from the viewing platform.
The Perth Bell Tower is the only bell tower in the world where sight-seers can watch bell ringing in progress and see the bells in motion.
That would have been fantastic if we had been there an hour earlier (but then we would have had to pay full price instead of the half price we got)! The bells came from the church of St Martin-in-the-Fields in London where their weight was destroying the church which had not been designed for a set of sixteen bells! The bells were to have been destroyed (melted down to make new bells) but were given to the State of Western Australia in 1988 (Australia’s bicentennial year) in exchange for the materials to make new bells for St Martins.
The bell tower also other bells, such as these that came from Canberra.
And these bells from Royal Ascot.
The oldest bell in Australia is also on display inside the tower. It was cast in approximately 1550 and used to hang in the parish church of Upton Grey in the county of Hampshire in England.
From the bell tower we walked back through the Supreme Court Gardens.
We passed this lovely old building too.
Himself took this arty shot during our walk.
We went into the city for a late lunch, then browsed some of the shopping arcades. Before we found somewhere to eat, we wandered through the London Arcade, one of the oldest arcades in the city and recommended to us by a local who was own the same bus as us earlier in the day.
We saw the old Town Hall from the bus and walked passed it later; of course Himself had to take a photo!
Shops in Perth are open until 5pm on Saturdays and there were a lot of people in the shopping malls, the cafes, the restaurants and the pubs. When we say malls, we don’t mean huge shopping complexes — we are referring to streets that have been closed off to vehicular traffic and now only carry pedestrian traffic. In the malls were an assortment of “buskers” and street artists; this one was a bit unusual.
No, it’s not a sculpture (although we saw some of those too) — it’s a real person standing so still you would think he was a statue.
Tired from our fifteen days of sight-seeing, we made our way back to the apartment to pack and rest before leaving Western Australia.
If you’d like to read Part 1 of this day’s post, please look here
After the bus tour and lunch, we began a little walking tour of our own, seeing the sights near the “settlement” that interested us most.
First, the Catholic church, painted in “Rottnest Island ochre” — a colour used all over the island; apparently, white was too hard on the eyes!
The Chapel, now used for Anglican church services
Views of the salt lakes — 3 times saltier than sea water and once the source of all of Western Australia’s salt!
And the island’s popular resident — the quokka, after which the island was named. The Dutch called it Rottnest (meaning Rat’s Nest) believing the native marsupial (which hops like a very small kangaroo) to be a large rodent! The only remaining population of them is now on this island — and they number about 10,000!
Feeding them with processed human food makes them sick so we fed them with leaves from the trees they eat from as part of their natural diet.
Of course, the health department doesn’t allow them into stores selling food either, so the general store has come up with a nifty solution!
Just before we left Rottnest Island, Himself took some photos of some of the buildings in The Settlement — some of these are used by workers on the island, others can be rented as holiday accommodation.
And some photos looking towards Perth across the water.
As the bus drove into Perth at sunset, Himself couldn’t resist a couple more photos.