Postcard ＃8 - Where is Zom?
I promised myself that during my next trip to Oz, I would spend at least a week in this big town and here I am.
I left my Aussie base on Boxing Day and the first two days were just ‘eating up’ the road in a 1984 Peugeot 505 to reach this region. 1400+ km with just one night stop over got me a bit cranky, but my mood changed radically as we passed the border and started to slow down and enjoy the secondary roads and also some dirt roads. We spent two weeks exploring a few of the gold rush towns from back in the 1850s. They are mainly west of the “big town” and one of them tele transported me into a western movie; only 1850-1870s style houses and shops border this one street mining town and it’s forbidden to build new houses. There were other little gems like the one that hosts a mill built by a Scottish family in the 1850s, and the huge iron water wheel is still operating even if just for show. But what makes this trip awesome is the interaction with the people there. They are keen to tell you about their story and give local information related to the local weather pattern and how life there has changed over time. We had fantastic encounters indeed. Then we headed south and reached the ocean to enjoy both the view and a surf. How refreshing. (It’s been bloody hot.) And today the big town; we were told that 100,000 people add to its population every year! We’ve just arrived there; I can’t wait to enjoy 5 full days getting around. The car will be forgotten as we both have a smart card for the transport system; it will be only walking, buses and trams like I’m used to doing in Paris.
All that said, have you guessed where I am? What is the name of this big town?
It befits a man to be merry and glad
Until the day of his death.