Tues 22nd July
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We didn’t even pause in Larrimar, but I can imagine why people do go into
the bakery. There is a big sign on the road advertising all the treats you can get
inside. After a long drive it would be very inviting. We drove off the highway
to the Daly Waters Pub. Near the door is the most remote traffic light in
Australia. On the opposite side of the road is a book exchange and souvenir
shop with lots of misspelled signs. When we booked into the park we were parked
right behind another van, facing the same way. There was no way we could
unhook, and wouldn’t be able to leave until the people in front go. There was a
line of vans parked behind us. The people in front laughingly (we hope) told us
they might stay for a few days, maybe a week. The pub is just the same,
chock-a-block with stuff that people have pinned to the walls. There is not a
single space where the walls or door frames can be seen and all of the support
posts are covered with hats, lanterns, rabbit traps, money, thongs, bras, T
shirts, name badges, business cards and lots more. There was a fire in the
fireplace, still burning from last night. We had delicious barra and salad
burgers for lunch. They were huge.
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Happy hour began at 5:30pm, so we made our way over and settled in
before the show started. There were two musicians, a country singer who did a
lot of John Williamson songs, told some yarns and recited some poetry; followed
by a rocker who did a lot of Buddy Holly type material. There was quite a big crowd
and everyone had a great time. The evening finished with a farewell to one of
the girls on staff. She was Italian and a rousing rendition of “Shuddupa Your
Face” was done in her honour. Her next destination is Finland – don’t some
people make the most of their youth.
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Notice the complicated engineering to attach the string of flags - a log tied to the roof of the stage. The overhang, to which the flag line is attached is held up by another log tied to the trunk of the tree and the other end to a branch. Whoever would have thunk that. |
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