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Happiness Is The Road
With Jay having been on security duty and doing regular patrols of the inside perimeter of the campervan we survived our night in Halls Creek both alive and with our vital possessions. After brekky we quickly got some fuel and then headed out of the place. To give you an idea as to how unsafe Halls Creek was perceived to be whilst I was paying for the fuel Jay noticed a girl in the vehicle next to us lock herself in whilst her boyfriend was lierally just outside washing the windscreen. He hadn’t even left the vehicle and she was it would appear scared of a possible attack! We had around 300 kilometres to cover today to the next town along the highway, Fitzroy Crossing. We hoped that it would be better than Halls Creek. There wasn’t much scope for it being any worse! The scenery along the way was incredible as always with rocky outcrops, red dirt, the expansive blue sky and awesome cloud formations. When we got to Fitzroy Crossing we were relieved to find that it didn’t look as scary as Halls Creek. We went to have a look at the Geikie Gorge National Park which was a short distance outside Fitzroy Crossing. We had some lunch here and had a lovely walk around the gorge. It was very lush and green here. We kept away from the water as there are still crocs in these parts. After this we went to the supermarket in the town. There were lots of aboriginal people sat about outside just generally loitering and giving off an air of intimidation. We got our stuff from the most heavily fortified supermarket we have ever been in and then we went to find the caravan park at the Fitzroy River Lodge on the edge of town. After last nights horrors we were pleased to find that this place was really lovely. It was a beautifully kept caravan park with lovely clean facilities and we got a great spot on the edge with a view of the bush. We chilled out for a while until about six when we went up to the bar to have a cold beer and get some food. We were having our tea out tonight. The bar was pretty packed and had a good atmosphere. We got a table outside on the verandah and ordered some food and some ice cold Mango beers which were yummy. There were quite a few aboriginal people here mixing with white people who were obviously friends of theirs. They were a bit loud but they were non threatening and it was nice to see them having a good time. It’s just a shame that a lot of them can’t handle alcohol and drink it to excess. Our food was delicious. We’d just finished eating when Jay caught the eye of a young aboriginal chap who was absolutely and utterly ******. So much so he was swaying about and could hardly stand up. As soon as he clocked Jay he made a beeline for her and asked where we were from. Jay told him the UK and he said ‘you’re a long way from home then?’. To which Jay replied ‘no not really because Australia is our home at the moment’. And then he said ‘sorry for being a ********’. Jay replied ‘you’re not a ********’ and he kept repeating it over and over. Jay then said to him ’where have you got ******** from, that’s not aboriginal ‘. He laughed about this and Jay said ‘what would be the aboriginal equivalent to ********?’’. He just swayed about and laughed again. Jay said ‘come on there must be an aboriginal word for this, teach me how to say it’. Then he said something sounding like ‘****atoo’. Jay said ’it never is tell me’ and he swayed and wobbled some more and said the same word again. Jay said ‘I think you’re pulling my leg’ and then he said ‘do you smoke cannabis?!’. Jay said ‘no it messes with your head that does, same as alcohol’. He said ‘I know I’m trying to give it up’ whilst swaying now uncontrollably. By this point his taxi had arrived and he deposited his can of Rum and Coke on the table before being ushered out by the bar staff. We finished our beer and walked back to the campervan. It had been a very enjoyable and entertaining evening.
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