At 7:30 in the early morning, we set off on a Banksia bus tour
for our trip to Central Australia. There were 26 people on our tour, mostly teachers currently on exchange or others who had been on an exchange previously. The group hailed from New South Wales, Queensland, South Australia and Victoria. We had a morning break at Port Pirie,
at a local park which had a heritage walk to view the area's history through sculptures.

Our "hotel" was really the converted military base, and our lodgings were one of the old men's sleeping quarters which had been made into accommodations. There was a nice lounge where we could relax before we were served a buffet supper. Later that night we were taken into a domed observatory, where we got a chance to view different constellations like the Jewel box of the Southern Cross. We could even clearly see the rings of Saturn! The accommodations were quite drab and rather basic, but little did we know that they were the last lodging of comfort that we were to have for the next several nights! The accommodations and the food were all to go downhill from this point!
As we travelled north , the earth became ever redder in colour. and an underground hotel. Under most of the buildings are opal deposits, places where the miners got rich if they struck it lucky. The underground home that we visited was said to be built by Faye, a lady who found opal as she was digging the foundation for her house!
Opal shops were everywhere. An opal dealer from Melbourne came up to take us to an open opal mining field. Here we tried our hand at getting rich through opal mining with pick and axe, but alas! we came away with only some "podge", which is fool's opal and basically worthless! Still, we had fun trying!
Nick then took us into his shop,
explained the different types of opals that are mined and then introduced us to some of his lizard friends indigenous to the area.
explained the different types of opals that are mined and then introduced us to some of his lizard friends indigenous to the area.which was only a series of crude openings carved into the sides of the rock, with bunk beds in them and a thin cotton curtain as a privacy door. The night was a sleepless one, sounding like a den of snoring bears. At night we had to make our way outdoors to the toilet - imagine my surprise to get outside only to find a wild dingo prowling around the ground! It was like we were back living in the stone age with Wilma and Fred Flintstone! 









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