| Rhyolite's not just a ghost town - there's
this Belgian sculptor guy... |
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His sculptures (among them another "Last
Supper") are the first thing you see as you
drive up. |
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| A miner and his faithful penguin. |
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Mr. Bendy and the Ghost Cyclist. |
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| There are the big ruined buildings - and, if
you walk out through the undergrowth, you find
collapsed shacks among the thousands of ancient
tin cans. |
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You can still see things - ovens? safes? in
the jail (right) but the doors are welded shut
now. |
| Climb up the hill and you find the entrances
to old mines, and get to see how big the town
really used to be. |
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There's the bottle house (watched over by an
impressively bearded old chap in a rocking chair)
but also, in its garden, is a
whole model village someone built out of bottles,
the ones turned purple by the sun. |
