Burra

None of the photos can express the heat we experienced on the day we went north. Going north in South Australia means going to warmer places. It was warm. So warm, that the body automatically stops listnening to concious thoughts and sets its own agenda (the survival). The body doesn't move fast, everything happens in slow motion. So covered in layes of sun-block and hats we made a lot of effort to see the places of interest in Burra, including the most picturesque Burra Burra. In the late afternoon we collapsed gracefully on a porch of a miner's cottage and watched Burra life go by (5 cars and one very surprised to see us dog).

Pictured above bikies having a beer stop at the only pub in town. Notice no leathers, this might be a proof of 36C.