Having a bleating good time in Hamelin ...

Trip Start Apr 13, 2011
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Trip End Jul 13, 2011


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Hamelin Station

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Time to leave Kalbarri, but my mind must have been on other things, as I left my credit card on the bench at the post office as we left the town. Who knows when I will see it again, as I didn't realise it was missing till we got out of mobile phone range. Luckily, we stopped at a sheep station in the late afternoon, with the intention of staying the night, and they had a special gadget that meant I could use my phone for a bit. The people at the post office were not answering their phone, so after a little bit of sweating and swearing, we managed to work out which shop had been next door. Note to self – do not ever apologise for hoarding old brochures! We managed to dig up the phone number for the bottle shop next door, and the lady there was amazingly helpful – she shut up shop for a moment and went next door to ask the people in the post office whey they weren’t answering their phone, and whether they had the credit card. She then arranged for them to post it on up to Carnarvon, so it seems that all will end well … Thank goodness I did not get around to cancelling my MECU account as intended, so we still have one credit card up our sleeve. EXCEPT that we have just landed somewhere where credit cards have no currency! Managed to scrape up $20 for the camping fee, so turned our attention to the serious business for the day – happy hour! "Happy hour" on the road is a magic thing – everyone just shows up with their own grog and nibbles, and the only thing you share is company, along with a good story or three. This means there are no dramas about whose shout it is, or who owes whom what. There should be more of it in the “real world”.

On Hamelin Station, which is just short of our official destination for the day (Denham/Shark Bay), happy hour is held in the shade of the big verandah of the newly-renovated shearers’ quarters, around a big communal table. After a couple of “rounds”, people starting getting up to cook their dinner in the big kitchen, after which we sat around together till it got late, swapping our hard-won wisdom from the adventures we’d just had for well-meaning advice from everyone else and/or just trading tall and/or funny tales about the characters we’ve all bumped into. No doubt, we will end up the subject of someone else’s anecdotes somewhere along the trail.

Both of us had spotted the Hamelin Station brochure elsewhere, but luckily Paddy put two and two together, and actually drove into the drive when we got there! It would have been easy to do the last 50km to Denham, but luckily we chose not to, as we would otherwise have missed out on one of the area’s greatest treasures. They’ve done an amazing job of setting up for campers, and we had lots of fun with our fellow campers. This is still a working sheep station, so unfortunately, a good sleep was out of the question on this particular night, as the next morning was shearing time and some 2,000+ sheep were gathered together only metres from our tent, bleating pitifully all night. A few beers around the communal table during “happy hour” helped take the edge off the entertainment provided by the sheep, so we slept a little bit.
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