From the airplane, one can see the scars in the earth from the mining. Paved roads end in dirt trails. The city itself is low and nestled in the hills. Near the airport, you see large warehouse buildings with Japanese, European, Chinese, and Aussie names emblazoned on them. Construction churns up the fine dust everywhere. He crews are a Babel of Indian, Chinese, Aboriginal, and Aussie of European descent. The airport is full of those in pink, orange, or yellow reflective gear and blue work suits. The dirt on their faces and hands mark their esteemed position in the mining sector.