Cunnamulla Fella
So Friday means pub night around here, apparently, which means that Saturday morning I didn't really feel like doing all that much. I did go to St. George and ordered a couple of toolboxes and bought food (eating is addictive). When I got back and unloaded all that stuff I thought I've never been to Cunnamulla. So I put a fresh set of undies in a tank-bag and fired up the bike.
I didn't realise that the road from Dirran to Bollon was like this for about forty or fifty k's. It was getting late in the afternoon, too, so the sun was in my eyes (The photo was taken on the way home again.). Of course, before you get to that bit, you cross the mighty Culgoa River . By the time I got to Bollon and chased down some petrol (which involved going to three separate businesses, including following the advice on a sign which read "If you want fuel, go see Blondie at the café.") it was nearly sundown, not the time to be riding another 175k's in the land of the furry grasshopper and the bush-chook. Nevermind, it still only took about an hour and a half.
Not a whole hell of a lot to write about Cunnamulla itself. I stayed at a pub, got drunk, had a brief but meaningful relationship with a person who had interconnecting parts and came home again. I only wanted to go there after seeing the doco about it on telly last year.
For those of you who saw the doco in question - the town taxi has gone from being a 1974 Holden to a 1989ish Falcon and - for any Catholic priests that may be reading - no, I didn't see either of the two girls who are suing the producer.
Actually, I thought the town and the people in it got a pretty rough deal from that doco. It isn't that it misrepresented anything, more so that it was sensationally edited. Nothing happened in the show that doesn't happen in most outback towns (and suburbs - except the way the stray dogs are destroyed).
Anyway, in the morning I went and had a look at the town water supply . This weir causes the river to back up about 10 k's back through town.Downstream, the river looks like this, whereas upstream, it looks like this all the way back through town.
I didn't realise that the road from Dirran to Bollon was like this for about forty or fifty k's. It was getting late in the afternoon, too, so the sun was in my eyes (The photo was taken on the way home again.). Of course, before you get to that bit, you cross the mighty Culgoa River . By the time I got to Bollon and chased down some petrol (which involved going to three separate businesses, including following the advice on a sign which read "If you want fuel, go see Blondie at the café.") it was nearly sundown, not the time to be riding another 175k's in the land of the furry grasshopper and the bush-chook. Nevermind, it still only took about an hour and a half.
Not a whole hell of a lot to write about Cunnamulla itself. I stayed at a pub, got drunk, had a brief but meaningful relationship with a person who had interconnecting parts and came home again. I only wanted to go there after seeing the doco about it on telly last year.
For those of you who saw the doco in question - the town taxi has gone from being a 1974 Holden to a 1989ish Falcon and - for any Catholic priests that may be reading - no, I didn't see either of the two girls who are suing the producer.
Actually, I thought the town and the people in it got a pretty rough deal from that doco. It isn't that it misrepresented anything, more so that it was sensationally edited. Nothing happened in the show that doesn't happen in most outback towns (and suburbs - except the way the stray dogs are destroyed).
Anyway, in the morning I went and had a look at the town water supply . This weir causes the river to back up about 10 k's back through town.Downstream, the river looks like this, whereas upstream, it looks like this all the way back through town.
It only took me an hour to get back to Bollon from Cunnamulla (175k's) not a very exciting road. And then the motocross track to Dirranbandi.
Here is some evidence that I do look after my baby.
posted by Dirk at 3:35 pm
4 Comments:
Neat photos Dirk, what about the Cunna scrubbers ? Have any luck.
Anon,
that would be the 'brief but meaningful relationship'. Don't know what she would think of being referred to as a scrubber, but. Rather a nice woman, I thought.
Two bob says it was the barmaid. Let me guess..you siddle up to the bar on closing time, after ignoring her all night, and say, 'feelin' lucky baby ?'. She says, 'meet me out the back in twenty minutes..'. She swipes a bottle of Bundy and takes you down the public pool. After climbing the cyclone wire fence, you skinny-dip together before porking her in the kids wading pool. True or false ? Jafa
Part the second of Hooch's email:
I really enjoy your posts because they pretty much always make me stop and
have to sift through what I feel, and why I feel the way I do in response to
what you've written. Which is great!
I have seen the Cunnamulla documentary... it was a while ago but I do still
recall the rather stark environment and sadly resigned characters... of
course the actual making of the documentary would have broken into that very
image that was being portrayed. I don't know anything about the girls suing
the producer... do they feel they've been defamed? I mean, it was definitely
an unpleasant, hopeless (in the true sense of the word) life they seemed to
be living... but was it unrealistic?
Thanks for the pics... they help build a more realistic mental image of what
your write about. And can I just say, averaging 175kph!!! I think that's
known as low level flying.
The two girls in question are suing the producer because they feel that he exploited their lack of worldliness in getting them to talk about their sex lives. By the look of them, they were only about twelve at the time.
Jafa,
no swimming pool, no barmaid and no more information. The bush is a small place and talk gets around.
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