Muddi Mundi Mundi

Who would think to drive for two days to attend a musical festival in the desert? We would!

Leaving Sydney, we stopped for overnight breaks at Macquarie Woods, between Bathurst and Orange, and at Nyngan (home to the Bogan Shire, Bogan River and, of course, the Big Bogan). A few days were spent reacquainting ourselves with Broken Hill, then it was the mud dash to the Mundi Mundi Bash. We had a two-day early entry ticket to the festival - it was our attempt to avoid the queues (didn't work, see below). We met up with our fellow festival goers, Shane and Clare, on the road to Silverton and entered the Bash in convoy. A two-hour queue to get to our campsite turned out to be a good run, as other travellers were held up by a slow roll-in and had to sleep in their vans on the road in the line!

We did all the Mundi things - listened to a variety of bands from the comfort of our chairs (and out of the mud), danced in the mud close to performers in the dance area, formed Australia as part of the Big Blue Day (in the rain), sang Simply the Best in three-part harmony at Bash choir, laughed with the 'runners' at the Mundi Mundi Undie Run, chatted around the campfire and generally appreciated the relaxed and friendly vibe of the festival. Over the five days we were there, the ground slowly dried out and our (early) departure was swift and trouble-free. Not so for some of the campers, who had to be towed out of the mud from their campsites.

Stops at Cobar and the Merriwa helped break the long drive home. Emus, vast scrub plains, a multitude of goats, interesting painted silos and water towers and an enormous solar array helped break the monotony of the route back home.