Leaving Alice Springs
It was exactly twelve months ago that I found myself at Barrow Creek. This was after an adventure at the Ross River Resort with 499 other women in campervans, caravans etc. I was ready to leave on the return journey back to Brisbane. It is a journey of some 3,000
I had previously had trouble with the engine of my 1983 Toyota Coaster. On the suggestion of the mechanic who helped me a week or so earlier, I booked into an auto electrician. I turned up at the appointed time and waited and waited.
Eventually, I was told he could find no problem. So off I set on the return journey, heading north. I had planned to get to Wauchope, near the Devils Marbles, a trip of some 400
Barrow Creek is famous for a murder and some massacres. It has little more than one or two houses, a very old hotel and
I was “warmed” by this information. Of course, in the morning, Murtle did not want to start, but before I could seek help, a man knocked on the window.
Meet the cook.
“I’m the cook” he announced.
He spent some time examining the
Then the cook jumped out of my van and ran to the road house. I saw a truck backing in, and within minutes the cook was on the back of the truck and quickly returned with a big container of oil!
After paying for the oil etc, I was soon on my way. Fancy that!!! The hotel cook was also a mechanic. As it turns out, I didn’t have any more issue with the oil and water in the engine, but checked it every morning.
So glad I didn’t have to stay for three days in Barrow Creek.