I thought that living in Eyre Peninsula is pretty much getting away from it all. Whilst gaining a few things that takes a bit getting used to for a big city boy (eh, old codger…).
Streaky Bay PUB front bar
Try this: roll up to the bar, place your wallet on the counter, pull out a bit of money, and then wander around and talk to people for a few hours. And the wallet and cash will be where you left it. Minus what you have consumed. Going to the supermarket? Leave the car unlocked with keys in the ignition. Feels absolutely weird, but I could get used to it.
Now, some people obviously think that it’s too crowded (where??) and feel a need to be more secluded. What about this place? In the middle of saltbush with no neighbors as far as they eye can see (and that’s pretty far given that the country is rather flat). Possibly there is some sea view from the upper story. There’s no water of course, except for rain water. And it’s 6 months since the last rain. Ah well, each to their own.
Weekender in salt bush
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