Broken Hill on Flickr.
Broken Hill, desert town. Looking north from the top of a slag pile.
I got to visit Broken Hill for a day for work. I spent most of my air in an office, which was kind of good as it was 35 that day, far too hot for a pale skinned weakling like myself. But I did get a mini tour of the town and had lunch in a cafe built on top of an old mining slag pile.
The Broken Cafe sits on an old pile of slag, which is both slightly amusing a little worrying, in case the pile of bits of stuff left from mining decides to stop just sitting still and wants to try moving around a bit.
Next to the cafe was a bit red bench.
No one knew why the bench was there or how long it had been there or who made it. It’s just there.
The rest of my trip was spent in airports planes and taxis. In three days I caught six airplanes and seven taxis.
At least I got to do a bit of reading.
I’d like to go back and spend more time in Broken Hill some time. Though maybe not in summer.