Off to Bedourie this morning.
The wide red desert has patches of green and yellow springing up from the recent floods in the region. The channel country at its best. The wind has been blowing a gale all morning and has been collecting dust, by late afternoon it was quite brutal. Bedourie, meaning ‘dust storm’ has lived up to its name today.
I stopped at every tourist spot and other interesting ‘Kenny Mac’ spots for a photo. The dust in the air, while taking photos, was at times like sandpaper on your face.
So many cattle road trains again today, all triples. There was one parked outside the service station at Bedourie at lunch time when I arrived. I tried to erect my tent several times, without any success. Then a couple of my tent container bags blew away in the wind, omg! I went chasing them and luckily I finally caught them, they were stuck in a small bush. With my failed attempts at erecting the tent – off I toddled back to the Tourist park boss and asked if he had a vacant room for the night. I did the paperwork, paid for the room and that’s when I noticed another three cattle road trains were parked outside. The four took up the entire block.
Here at the Oasis, they have a number donger cabin rooms, nothing fancy, a rectangular box with a wardrobe, rusty fridge, rusty air-con and a bed. The best thing is there are no gale force dust storms. I grabbed some of my ‘Flat pack Tuna’ meals as usual and sat outside on the veranda for a late lunch. Two chairs and a small table, which happened to be covered in fine red dust, that had to be cleaned off before I put my butt on the seat and food on the table. Funny, after lunch I went for a walk around the town, only three by three blocks. When I got back the table and chairs were covered in dust again. Must be extremely difficult for the locals to live with this dust year after year.
There are two pubs in town, one down the end of town and one in the servo. I decided to have dinner at the servo pub, only a one hundred metre walk away and in this wind that was fine by me. The meal was exceptional, typical country meal, big plate and full to the brim. Quite expensive but hey, we are out in the never never. There was an old jukebox in the corner and one of the locals played all the country love songs and truckin’ songs, reminded me of one of the American country movies.
Off to Birdsville in the morning.