With the town isolated by floods, there is no one in town but a few locals and they are no where to be seen other than Barry the aircraft refueler and "Mad Dog" behind the bar at the pub. We are all alone in the street, waiting for the pub to open...
Inside it is the same story. Our tour group were the only customers they'd seen all day...
The pub may have become a tourist attraction, but it is authentic aussie outback character that has made it so....
Like the Mad Max car that sits out front of the Silverton Pub, the Birdsville Pub has it own automobile mascot, complete with model pub on top just in case you can't read...
Birdsville feels like a ghost town. The Mobile servo across the road from the pub has no customers...
The three telephone boxes in the shade of the gum tree are vacant...
The road to Brisbane goes no where right now...
And to top off that lost in the wilderness of the wild west, the sky is full of not soaring buzzards but hundreds of hawks (Whistling Kites) cruising the thermals above the island that is Birdsville...
We head back to plane after our short walking tour of Birdsville and a beer at the pub...
