Yowah or Yeow-Wah!

Saturday Night Dinner and Bon Fire in YowahIt may be that the reason no Australian had heard of yo-wah is because it's pronounced yeow-ah, like "ow" I just hit my thumb with a hammer and, "uh" could you call the doctor? Once we got to this obscure place, we had a great time despite how rainy the first night was.

Saturday, it cleared up and we were able avoid the mud puddles while looking around at the expensive opal displays. Turns out it's really costly to mine opal! Who knew? We met some great folks. Real country people who had some good stories about where to go, what to avoid, and why several other places were better for opal (local battles between who's on top).

Little Bath Tubs Fill up with the Artesian WatersThe town does have natural thermal baths and you can see us enjoying two tubs of the sulpher smelling water.

Perhaps the most amazing item of note was on the Sunday we left, we had noticed a tire was low on air, again. I searched around for some way to get air into the tire (or tyre as it's spelled here) and a fellow offered to help at the General Store. Turns out he was one of the singers from the night before, a native Texan, and owner of a cigarette lighter-based air compressor. Once the tired was filled, he just gave me the compressor! Outright! Said his Spirits were saying I might need it in my travels. Wow! Amazing.

Saint David Holding the Holy Grail (of Air Compressors)