Where have all the people gone?
Trip Start Apr 13, 2011
32Trip End Jul 13, 2011
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Getting fuel in Menzies was a bit of a challenge. The petrol station had closed - that is, the people who own it put a fence around it and decided to make it their private home. Very cosy! A very detention-centre-like look, maybe it will take off in other towns, who knows? They left the bowsers in place, and obviously struck a lucrative deal with one of the fuel companies, because if you can decipher the weird instructions on the pump, it is actually possible to fill your car up
On to Leonora, via a few more ghost towns. We stopped in Kookynie, thinking there'd be a township of sorts to look at. Turns out the hotel is the last surviving relic, and almost everything else really is a ghost. We stopped for a beer at the pub, and were joined at the bar by the two local policemen, who had stopped in for a fried onion and cheese sandwich with chips (IN the sandwich, yuck!) and a chat with the newcomers. It was a very jolly interlude and threw up two more possible options for a career change - running a bar with almost no business, or working a beat where there's no trouble! The timing was not right this time, either, so we continued on our journey ..
Paddy’s mate in Leonora (someone who visited the camp earlier in the year) turned out to be a hoot – and an incredible source of interesting and useful information. We have forgotten most of it, as he spoke so fast and with such passion that, whilst you were engrossed in the story, this stopped you from remembering to take notes down the finer details. He wasn’t very encouraging about the situation of the local indigenous folk, and a walk down the main street before dinner at the "whiteys’" pub unfortunately confirmed what he had said.