While we were reading the interesting head stones a willy-willy started up right near us. That is where the hot temperatre of the ground rises up and causes a strong wind in a circular motoin, similar to a mini tornado. It lifts up the sand and loose vegetation and scoots across the ground. (above) Ann is getting stung by the sand being whipped into her legs. If you look really hard you can see the the willy-willy just right of the righthand grave. You can see the grass clumps whirling in the air. After this shot I hid my camera under my shirt, hung onto my hat and shut my eyes.
This is a replica of the very first mosque built in Australia last century.
The disused railway station at Maree. The reason so many of these towns are dying is that the north south rail link between Adelaide and Darwin was moved to the west. The reason Maree is still operating is mostly due to tourism connected with Lake Eyre and the Birdsville track, which starts here.
here. His last truck which he abandoned in the desert was retrieved in 1993 and restored to working order and it is in a museum in Adelaide. So I'm not sure what truck is in the middle of this town, maybe an earlier one.
Then we returned to our cool airconditioned donga at the back of the "Great Northern Hotel" to cool off from the 40c heat and a rest before dinner.
Poor Birthday Bear didn't have a bed so she just had to hang around in Ann and George's donga. (a metal type cabin) BTW This was what was provided as a cupboard for your clothes...one hook and one hanger. I guess we were in the desert in the middle of Austalia miles and miles from civilisation.