Visiting an outback town called Nundle at the moment. Nundle was once a gold rush town, and people still descend on the area around easter to fossick for the few flakes of gold that still remain in the creeks there.
The area was of special interest to me personally as it maintains a small but vital Chinese population. One of the strangest mixes of culture
I have ever seen is old Australian farmers in felt hats with beers in hand hanging over the verandah of the Nundle Hotel gazing at silk-clad Chinese women performing a fan dance in the road below them. At night, vestiges of Australia’s short European history adorn the landscape around the town.