Our train ride from Sydney to Adelaide was a beautiful experience.
Traveling by train allowed us the luxury of reading while the 1400 kilometers sped effortlessly past the windows.
We left Sydney in the afternoon and watched the sun set upon the Blue Mountains.
When the sun rose again we were greeted by kangaroos racing along beside the train and vast stretches of flat, scrubby outback.
Near the outback town of Broken Hill a recorded announcement described the largest freshwater lake in Australia and that we were about to pass it. Immediately after the recording, the conductor came on and explained that the large expanse of scrubby trees to our left was what used to be the lake. The drought (or climate change) in Australia has completely dried the lake up. Where before we would have been looking out on boats fishing, there were now trees and bushes.
As we crossed over into the state of South Australia the emptiness of the outback began to be replaced with farmlands and sheep and cattle pastures. The brown, scruffy country turned to green, manicured farms. Both are beautiful in their own ways.
I guess the only problem with the train is the rather poor sleeping accommodations in the cheap seats. (Have I mentioned yet that I got bored of shaving)