Surprisingly it got a little chilly towards dawn sleeping outside, but as soon as the sun got up we were roasting again. We started our cattle station package with steak lunch followed by horse riding. Desperate for a drink afterwards, we ventured down to ‘Al’s bar’ mid afternoon but found no staff, only the local cockatoo known as Boss, who cannot fly, cannot serve beer and really doesn’t like Christmas decorations. So after some two-way radio action, Al arrived and gave us beer, which Boss promptly kicked over. Then Sam arrived and took us out to Andrew’s place (a proper cowboy and Al’s son) to shoot targets off his porch and drink plenty of his home brew beer. Very nice indeed.
Because all the backpacker coaches had left in the morning we were the only guests, so we joined the weekly ‘staff dinner’ and discovered that half of them are Danish and the other half come from Steyning in West Sussex!
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins