On Safari
If you'd noticed the tone of my last couple of posts was a little testy, you'd probably agree that it was about time I had a holiday. So I have!In keeping with our ongoing efforts to see as much of our adopted country as possible, we took a roadtrip to Wentworth - which is a town built where the Murray and Darling Rivers meet. If nothing else, the trip was a great geography lesson. Based on what I'd seen about the river system on the news, I hadn't expected to find any water! Of course, I discovered the impressive weir system that had been built early last century, which keeps the water in reserve at the upper reaches of the river - enough to accommodate a lunch cruise, anyway!
The trip wasn't exactly a daring trek to the Red Centre or anything, although there are little patches of desert nearby that give you a taste of such an experience, without needing a Landcruiser (or even all-wheel drive, which I'd gladly have swapped at one point for a slightly softer ride).
The Wentworth Services Club is on quite an ambitious scale... it must take up about a quarter of the entire town's area. This is something to do with gambling laws traditionally being more liberal in NSW than just over the border in Victoria. Unfortunately, not long after the club was expanded to take advantage of Victoria's frustrated gamblers, the law was changed and Victorians got their own pokies. The result is an improbably large (but friendly) RSL and motel complex with odd Casino-inspired flourishes. We stayed in one of the 'Presidential Suites' - not a single piece of faux gilt furniture was to be found anywhere, however.
As safaris go, the kill wasn't particularly impressive - amounting a couple of cases of wine, in fact. We didn't even manage a coating of red dirt along the sides of the car.
