On my trip to Australia, I found myself in a little outback town called Kurri Kurri, and it completely stole my heart. At first glance, it looks like any small town—quiet streets, modest shops, friendly faces. But then you notice the walls.
They’re alive with color, covered in murals that tell the story of the town and its people. Every corner holds a surprise: miners at work, local wildlife, families gathered together, moments of history captured in paint.
It feels like the town has decided to write its autobiography on its own walls, making sure no visitor misses what matters here.
Wandering around, I couldn’t help but slow down. The murals aren’t just art—they’re pride, memory, and identity woven into everyday life. And you can feel how much the locals cherish them.
They talk about the paintings like old friends, pointing out favorites and sharing the stories behind them. It was a feast for the eyes, yes, but also for the heart. Kurri Kurri isn’t just a stop on a map—it’s a place that wears its soul on its walls.
Journeys From A Small Room 