Living out bush

australia

One of the coolest parts of spending time in the outback in community is the awesome recreation you have access to. Last night I had the pleasure of going for a walk with Doctor Tony and Nurse Sue from the clinic. Sue is from Central Victoria and shared great storied from working in other outposts around Central Australia. Even though she has recently had a knee replacement Sue had no struggles at all on the quite rockey and far from even surfaces on the trail, I might call it a 2-3rd class scramble to those of you who climb. Good on her! Tony new the local history well, a GP from Toowoomba (outside Brisbane) who visits three times a year for three week sessions at the clinic. He told us how the priests hauled and then erected the steal cross which jets out of the hillside behind town like the “Hollywood” sign in Los Angelos up the steep escarpment to replace the previous one made of cement. The old cross, broken and torn, lays in ruins beside the new crucifix, rubble mixing with the limestone cobbles which line the mesa summit. I find this ironic because cement is often made of crushed limestone….. Man or nature made, it’s all calcium carbonate in the end. Later that evening we all chatted on the porch outside our one room bunks and shared a glass of pineapple juice and some iced tea (my contribution the iced tea- although ice cubes have been quite difficult to track down). On any other occasion in any other town in we might have been drinking wine and here I must interject I feel no loss in a dry community and am quite happy to drink tea instead of alcohol.
The previous evening, with a different Nurse Sue from the Blue Mountains outside Sydney, Doctor Tony and Ben “Swimming Pool” Oran half Perisian, half Israeli, I partook in the most gorgeous evening I can imagine. I could have been in Bend, OR as we drove through the desert in four wheel drive vehicles loaded with all the fixings for an Aussie BBQ. Eventually we reached the dry creek bed targeted for the cookout! And an hour or so later, there we were, at dusk, skillet over the coals, listening to the sound of chicken and steak sizzling, watching Sue construct a separate coal bed to throw the al-foil wrapped starches (potatoes, pumpkin and yams), taking in the stars and being regailed with tales of hardship in the scorching bush of Central Oz. They also patiently explained the meaning of each slang phrase I didn’t understand in their dialect. My favorite being “Billy” which is the pot you boil water in on the fire to make tea- because as a British colony you could never have a cookout with out tea, that would just be uncivilized. It might have been the best night since I have been here. To top it off, my driver Ben just purchased his first vehicle at the age of 29 for which he does not have an endorsement to drive (manual) and was even unsure how to put the rig “Rocky” into four wheel drive. I always say the best way to learn is to jump in! I admire his efforts.

2 thoughts on “Living out bush

  1. Krystal, what great shots of you taken by your friend. Looking forward to seeing your own photos when you sort out the techno stuff. What next??? Love Barb

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