The car ride from Jugiong takes about an hour. It’s the wrong road. Or, at least, not the usual way into Gundagai, a town that’s a dot point loitering above the Murrumbidgee River, midway between Melbourne and Sydney.

‘Turn right there,’ the publican at Jugiong’s Sir George Hotel directed, pointing at a distant line of poplar trees. ‘You won’t go past The Dog on the Tuckerbox, but it’s the best bit of real Australia you’ll ever see.’

You never know where a wrong road leads, but this track winds back past a parade of distractions – rock, ‘roo, sheep, crow. Then it thwacks smack-bang into an Australian landscape so hauntingly familiar in Jack O’Hagan’s famous 1920s folk song – ‘Along the Road to Gundagai’- popularised later by country legend Slim Dusty.

Seasonal rains have freshened the scene so, yes, ‘the blue gums are growin’, the Murrumbidgee’s flowin’, beneath the sunny sky’.

Ultimately, the dirt becomes bitumen leading into Gundagai, past a line of historic buildings painted in heritage colours on Sheridan Street. This is the archetypal Australian country town: fine curtilage on wide streets, the courthouse, the Criterion Hotel, the handsome 1929 theatre.

The renowned Art Deco style diner Niagara Café is currently closed but sold recently to new owners, and there are plans to get back to business closer to Christmas this year. It’s a gem of the golden era that appears today much as it was when the Australian Prime Minister John Curtin arrived unannounced for a late-night platter of steak and eggs while on a wartime fund-raising mission. It would have been an extraordinary amalgamation of politics and pans in the kitchen that night, with two other future Prime Ministers, Ben Chifley and Arthur Fadden, in the party.

Niagra Cafe, Gundagai in its heyday
Art Deco style diner Niagara Café

On the opposite side of the street, in the window, there’s a vintage shopper’s delight. It’s an enticing coral-coloured frock with an impossibly tight-nipped waistline. The doors at Junque and Disorderly are shut, but there’s a phone number displayed on the antique dresser inside. A man called John Glascott answers my call.

‘John, I have fallen in love,’ I confess. ‘What am I to do if your shop remains closed?’

‘I’ll send Debbie up for you,’ he responds.

By now, a mist is rolling up from the river flats, and the moon is rising over rolling hills. There’s a high-heel clattering at a brisk pace along the pavement. Debbie materialises under a street light in blond mop and red lips.

‘This way,’ she says, jangling a bunch of keys and heading down an alleyway. She unlocks a wooden door and swipes at a switch.

The light flickers on, then off, then ‘boom!’ It’s a glittering Aladdin’s Cave. Vintage furs are lined on racks as the eye can see. Clear plastic covers are draped over pert-breasted mannequins in pretty florals and admirable dress/coat combos. I’m going to need an excellent hairdo for the clingy black and gold lame with the ostrich feather collar. How long have we got?

Junque Disorderly – shopwcases select pieces via their Instagram feed

Debbie Clarke is a trooper. She flings her couturier collection of just-so-perfect outfits over a hook in a dimly lit back room where a slip of mirror is propped against the wall. ‘This one is from Paris,’ she says, offering one of a number of box-ticking European designs that look never worn.

‘I’ll have to charge full price for that one – $80 – because I wore it 40 years ago, and I’m a bit sentimental.’

Gundagai is sentimental too. The town heaves with tales of bush balladeers, drovers, shearers, ne’er-do-wells n’ do-gooders. There are bushrangers aplenty: the irrepressibly good-humoured John Gilbert (‘always polite to women’ but shot after killing a police constable at Jugiong in 1865). And Captain Moonlite (hanged in Sydney in 1880 but reinterred in 1995 under a Gundagai gum so that his last wishes to lie beside his love – bushranger James Nesbitt – could be granted).

Photos tacked on street-side signs celebrate the remarkable high points in a place that’s always been an overnight stopping point for pioneers. They were heading into the interior by bullock cart in olden times, but amid COVID-19, they’re rushing to cross the NSW/Victorian border before it closes.

Some of these travellers are propped against the bar of The Criterion Hotel. They are distracted from their pint of beer by the eerie wall murals (traded for board by artist Arnold St Claire in the 1960s), depicting the deadliest flood in Australia’s recorded history. Tormented victims float as green-tinged apparitions on the pub wall; their names recorded in golden letters on a memorial board.

Gundagai was a frontier town when the early European settlers, confounded by the ebb and flow of Australian rivers systems, failed to take the advice of the local Wiradjuri people not to settle on the alluvial flats of the Murrumbidgee River.

About midnight, on 24 June 1852, heavy rains created a raging torrent, a mile wide and 20 feet deep. The flood swept away buildings and left people clinging in trees to preserve life. Around 100 people drowned, but two Indigenous men – Yarri and Jacky Jacky – rescued a third of the town in a bark canoe.

The people of Gundagai celebrated this heroic feat in 2017 with a permanent memorial. There is pride here: what was endured, how they survived. The dramatic sculpture on Sheridan Street reminds us that the iconic Dog on the Tuckerbox – about five miles out of town on the Hume Highway – is not the only reason to visit Gundagai.

Flash Jacks Gundagai private suite

Flash Jacks is another reason. It’s ‘an old-fashioned shack’ that’s actually an immaculately sleek boutique hotel commanding fine district views. It’s named after one of Banjo Paterson’s Gundagai shearers – remember the rousing chorus ‘All among the wool, boys, all among the wool; Keep your wide blades full, boys, keep your wide blades full …’ – but the building is way more lavish than a shearing shed.

Flash Jacks opened quietly last April and turns out to be pandemic perfect. There are separate entrances for each of nine guestrooms with reception via digital concierge.

It was built in 1888 as a Catholic convent, then became a school for many years before being bought and renovated by David Ferguson and his wife, Emelia. They together run the nearby historic events venue Kimo Estate (with hilltop off-grid eco-huts that are now #instafamous and booked a year in advance).

Ferguson is a local farmer and entrepreneur who has always been captivated by history. ‘Gundagai has seen it all,’ he reflects. ‘Boom and bust, drought and flood, cart and rail, racehorses, bushrangers, presidents and poets. It lived through its history when so many other Australian country towns have just fallen, by the way.’

And a high-ceilinged room – with a soft-cushioned window seat – is just the reward for every road-weary traveller at the end of the road to Gundagai.

Flash Jacks Gundagai – a great spot for a quiet read after rolling into town

Along the Road to Gundagai
The Gobarralong Darbalara Road from Jugiong to Gundagai loosely follows the south side of Murrumbidgee River and, closer to Gundagai, the Tumut River. The journey by car takes about an hour as it winds along the river flats and softly undulating terrain. It’s one of Australia’s best short drives.

Landscape & Bridges

The landscape of Gundagai is dominated by the historic Prince Alfred bridge (one of the grandest in the colony when opened in 1867) and the Railway Viaduct. They’re over 800 metres long, and the latticework of wooden trusses are an excellent example of early engineering solutions to crossing a major flood plain. All they need is the money for restoration and preservation.

The Railway Bridge and Prince Alfred Bridge Viaduct | The Dog on the Tuckerbox sculptor, by Frank Rusconi

Dog on the Tucker Box

The Dog on the Tuckerbox sculptor, Frank Rusconi, left another impressive legacy, and it’s on permanent display at the Visitor Information Centre (open daily). Rusconi’s Marble Masterpiece is a miniature cathedral showcasing the diversity of NSW marble with 20,948 individually cut and polished pieces. Incredibly, no plans or drawings have ever been found, and it appears Rusconi created the statue by sight alone over 28 years.


The Coffee Pedler has stepped into the breach. This good food café on the same street is a regular haunt for tradies in fluoro vests and farmers in flannies tucking into Shepherd’s pie or, depending upon the time of day, the best smoky bacon and eggs on brioche at breakfast time.

Flash Jacks
14 Homer Street, Gundagai, NSW
Tel 1300 61 84 61

The Coffee Pedler
136 Sheridan Street, Gundagai, NSW
Tel 02 6903 8186

Junque Disorderly
177 Sheridan Street, Gundagai

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