S
o anyway whenever I head out
searching for a memorable
adventure with a great pub and some
colourful locals, I always have one
over-riding thought:
Will this be an experience that sticks, or
will it be a succession of empty promises?
And as I headed out to Tottenham,
the town closest to the geographical
centre of NSW, on the trail of a
couple of killers, I realised nothing
could’ve been more appropriate
than wondering:
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MURDER
AND MAYHEM!
OH, AND A PRETTY GOOD PUB
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chasing pie in the sky?
It’s around 550km from Sydney via
Mudgee, Narromine and Albert to
Tottenham and in that there’s some
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decent stops. I overnight camp at Lake
Windemere out from Rylestone on the
way out and get to Tottenham just on
3 in the arvo, plonk the Triumph XC
beside the splendid pub and take a walk
around the CBD.
It ain’t huge and I’m just taking in thetown but I’m also looking for traces
of the two old Wobbly blokes who
brought my wobbly knees to this
old mining town.
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the old servo and the police station next
door, then back up to park, across to the
mini mart. As I’m about to head to the
café which shares the main
corner, I stand back and wait for the
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her electric buggy zooming diagonally