Nelson Bay

I'm writing this post from Newcastle Airport right now. I'm technically staying up at Nelson Bay, closer to the ocean, but we are down here now because Dad wants to pick up his Kindle and rent a car as well. Internet coverage had become a rare thing up here, and I'm seriously surprised that they had a free wifi network here at the airport. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

After my last post in Broken Hill, I had said that there wasn't much to do up there, that it resembles a post-zombie apocalypse town, etc. etc.. After spending another day up there, I maintain my opinions on the city in general, with the addendum that it really does have incredible views there. The night of our arrival, really the only day we were there, were managed to catch a tour bus up to Statuary Hill, a tourist spot a few kilometers out of town in the bushland. We managed to get there right before sunset, and we were able to take a couple really magnificent photos of the sun setting over the distant hills while fending off the flies.


There's not much to speak of about the day after that. We caught a cab to the airport in the afternoon, and took a flight from Broken Hill to Dubbo, then another to Sydney. It speaks volumes on the generally laid-back nature of the Australia people that, even though I technically didn't have a boarding pass in Dubbo (I had left it on accidentally, since we were taking the same plane that we had landed in), I was still allowed back on the plane. No worries.

I would also like to include a picture of the plane that we took from Broken Hill to Sydney. Please note that it is a propeller plane, something I thought that they didn't use, like rotary phones, simply because they didn't have to anymore. I would also like the add that I would like to never, ever, fly on a prop-plane again, if possible.