Tonight we are staying in the town of Red Cliffs named, not unexpectedly, after the red cliffs nearby. It is all clear blue skies and the temperature has been in the high twenties (°c), great holiday weather!
We have been pretty lazy on our travels so far. We only drove about 230 km on our first day and about 360 on the second, the next day (today) we didn’t even bother moving at all.
We are hoping to stay near Broken Hill tomorrow which is about 310kms away. There aren’t many places to stay between here and there so we actually have to put in some effort this time.
On our way here we passed over the dreaded Fruit Fly line. To keep these pesty fruit-wrecking critters from spreading no-one is supposed to carry fruit into the exclusion zone.
Only in Australia could a small pest endanger a multi-million dollar fresh food industry, and, along hundreds of kilometres of open highway, signs like this be pretty much the only thing keeping the travellers honest.
A miserable looking cartoon fly. Not much of a threat, really. He looks so sad I just want to give him an apple and send him on his way.
Further on there is an area to pull off the road and bins to throw your delicious contraband in, but I think few people ever stop at these things. Actually, when we stop we make the kids eat as many pieces of fruit as they can fit in before throwing the rest away. Mean I know, but those bloody tomatoes cost us about $10 a kilo!
When the kids were
being force-fed eating the last of the apples a big bush cockroach wandered by.
This one was very friendly and did much posing for us before number 2 son picked him up and carried him back to the bushes and safety.
As I mentioned above we are staying at Red Cliffs. The name-sake red cliffs make up the bank of the Victorian side of the Murray River. For you non-Aussies, the path of the Murray River is the squiggly line that makes up most of the Victoria/New South Wales Border before it continues off into South Australia.
Doesn’t look like a very exciting waterway, does it, but, at over 2300 kms (or 2900kms, depending on who you believe and which bits they count), apparently the Murray River is the third longest navigable river in the world, after the Amazon and the Nile.
Every time I see the Murray River I am a little let down. Rain that falls in Victoria and New South Wales and Queensland will end up in this river. It sounds like such an impressive thing, so big and so long, sharks should be fighting crocodiles at every bend! Swimming should be an extreme sport here and the bridges should be super-reinforced! But no. It is just a slow-moving muddy ribbon waiting for the next paddle steamer to chug by, or for the yobbos in their speedboats. Oh well, hopefully some more exciting sights await us….