Things are slowing down here. Or steak, whips and supermarket checkouts.

We had dinner at the Bistro tonight. Our chef, a young Australian lad, is here for his third season. He works the peak tourist time and then does the backpacker thing in our summer in Asia and Europe. Sort of the young person's version of our life. K is working on his car for him at the moment.
Anyway he cooks the best steak on the Stuart Highway, in my opinion. I had to have one tonight cos he is off and away next week.

Gary Booth, guitar, didge, mouth organ and vocals

Model Barramundi created one weekend with local
and travelling children.

The entertainment here is winding down now. No more band, but we do have the whip cracking show for a few more weeks. Nathan Grigg's show is spectacular. He is the Guinness World Record holder for the number of whip cracks in a minute, 530 in fact. His is a consummate showman, and a genuine nice kid (well he is younger than our youngest son) If you ever get the chance to see his show take it.

Check out his website and this video.

This is our favourite time of the year. The place becomes quieter. We can find a space in the Thermal pool and it is still cool in the late evening until mid morning.

Favourite path to Stevie's Hole, Elsie National Park.

Another bonus that the tourist wind down gives us is access to a checkout queue at Woolworths in Katherine. In peak season shopping is an all day job, not counting the 109 km drive too and from. Picture  the checkout area of your local supermarket with 100 trolleys and their attendant couples and families waiting to be served after navigating around each other in the isles.

"You exaggerate," you say. Well actually I don't.
One fine Saturday last season I drove up with a lovely lady from school and several lists from staff and friends to shop. An hour later with two trolleys between us we hit the queue. An hour and a half later having exhausted all possible topics of conversation I left my trolley with my companion and dodged and weaved down the rows counting trolleys. 102!!!! (There's a Facebook post I did that day that has the photo I took of each end of the checkout area.)

So while I am grateful for the tourists, cos K makes his money off them, at least when they leave I can do a monthly shop in a bit less than three hours.



Bush camp south of Broome
  

 

Sometime soon it will be time for us to shed our worker skins, become tourists ourselves and set the caravan free to be its truly mobile self.


Cheers Sue

A Ferg on the Move