ALIENS, MARBLES AND A BUSH POET
Trip Start Oct 05, 2009
325Trip End Oct 31, 2013
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JOURNEY: Taylor Creek, Devil's Marbles, Tennant Creek
MILEAGE: 20007 KMS
Weather: 8 degrees at 7.45am
Our new friends in the caravan at Taylor Creek were still in their van when we left before 8am. The morning sun made the silken grasses moving in the wind seem special and before long we were at Wycliffe Well where we stopped to check out the Ley /energy lines here that attract UFOs and sightings have been documented. The whole road house and camp ground has been dedicated to aliens etc.; it was fun and everyone was stopping and enjoying the fun.
A short distance on and we reached the famous Devils Marbles. How could these huge boulders sit so precariously without tumbling? They look like they have been stacked and resemble piles of granite eggs and if you look closely you can find lots of interesting stacks and shapes. This is a sacred aboriginal site and the rocks are believed to be the eggs of the rainbow serpent. We spent an hour or so exploring this valley of marbles, checked out the small camp ground and decided to drive on to Tennant creek today.
Tennant Creek has a population of 3000 people, more than half are aboriginal and it is not an attractive town sprawled out along the Stuart Highway with most buildings fronted with bars and wire. Most of the buildings seemed to house government welfare, legal, health and training business and there was not a lot to see here. We did visit the Nyinnka Nyunyu cultural centre and bought some pastries in their café. We also called into the Battery Hill mining centre which housed the information centre. The town has experienced boom and bust with gold mining and we were told that there is a possibility of the mine going into operation again.
The Outback Caravan Park offered spacious unpowered sites in the red dirt and we unpacked; Sheila tuned the TV to catch up with the soccer and Kath marinated the pork steak for dinner and then walked into town along the Stuart Highway until the town stopped at an interesting bike path dedicated to a man called Tyko? who rode a bike from Adelaide to Darwin in 1940s with no complaints; the only people walking the streets this afternoon were aboriginals and most were friendly, returning my greeting. Most people know that aboriginal people refrain from eye contact so offence is not taken when they cast their eyes down and pass by without acknowledgement.
The afternoon warmed up and the caravan park filled as the day wore on and Jimmy Hooker the famous Tennant Creek bush poet entertained us all with poetry, stories and humour around the camp fire that night and Sheila set the alarm to watch Germany beat Argentina at mid night while Kath came in and out of sleep to participate in the excitement.