Exploring outback Oz

A quiet walk down the High Street, literally

Downtown Quorn. Population: Zero

Attempting the journey that we have has been pretty long, but filled with some hilarious moments, and some not so great moments, that one day when the emotional scars have healed, we'll look back on and laugh. Just after we left Adelaide we didn't go far and decided to stay in the Flinders Ranges, which were pretty impressive and were assured they had a hostel. So we arrived in Quorn (yes their tag line is 'So much to see, just around the Quorner'. Oh dear) and went to find the hostel. We were confronted by hundreds of beds in what was a converted hospital, and not a single person in sight. We lied and said we'd be back, but went to a pub instead and met some old guy that didn't really have a clue what day of the week it was, and was looking after the place for a while. We managed to get a cheap room out of him and then went to have a look round the town. Now I don't know how they class settlements into villages, towns and cities etc, but I'm pretty certain that to qualify your shack of an establishment as a 'town' you need to consist of more than one street. So there we were walking in the middle of the high street, again with no fear of seeing another person, and that was it, just one street. In desperation, we went in one of the few pubs, were met with the 'you're not local' look that we have become so familiar with, and chatted with the one old guy in there. We asked him if there was much to do in the area, and he picked up his beer and said 'I'm doing it!'.