#20 Have an Outback Experience

Perhaps this blog entry should begin with a disclaimer. Since first viewing the film Wake in Fright in the 1970s, I have never, ever wanted to visit the outback.

Never. Ever.

This feeling grew stronger following the appalling treatment meted out to the Chamberlains by the Northern Territory Justice system after a dingo stole their infant in 1980. (And if you still have doubts that the dingo did it, just watch how a whippet treats a soft toy.)

And as for the 2005 film Wolf Creek, well, I never, ever, even considered watching it.

So with this in mind, I didn’t immediately jump at the chance of going to the outback when a close friend asked me to accompany her on a flying visit to see her daughter in Broome in outback Western Australia recently. She was keen for some company, because her husband couldn’t go due to work commitments, her son had Year 12 tests, another daughter was too busy with horse-eventing practice and her six other best friends begged off for very valid reasons. I had unexpectedly, and shockingly, reached the top of her list.

So that’s how I came to:

#20 Have an Outback Experience

Road to Rodeo

And let’s be honest, I have a blog to feed.  If visiting the outback on a whim turns out not to be fun, surely it can be considered frivolous?

There’s no doubt that the outback is another country. The heat, the dust, the colours. Especially the colours with the rich, red soil and startling rocks like nothing you see in the south.

Sunset Broome 2 cropped

Colours that stay with you, even after taking several showers and scrubbing with an exfoliant

 

While I didn’t manage to view the dinosaur footprints during my short stay, or even catch the moon and staircase rising over the ocean, I did watch a beautiful sunset at Gantheaume Point.

 

Sunset Broome

 

But wait, there’s more. My friend’s daughter was competing in the barrel racing section at the Broome Rodeo!

Yes, fun and frivolous activity #20 Have an Outback Experience was now expanding to include ‘And attend an Outback Rodeo’. And for those of you who don’t know what barrel-racing is (I certainly didn’t) it’s where the cowgirls at a rodeo are permitted to enter the arena for a few brief moments to ride their horses tightly around three strategically placed barrels in a clover-leafed pattern to display their speed and horsemanship.

But the real point of a rodeo, of course, is to see the cowboys wrangle cattle and stay as long as possible on the back of a bucking bull or horse. And here’s the scary outback twist to the story. The bull or horse only bucks because it has a strap pulled tightly around its most sensitive bits before being sent out with the cowboy on its back.

Rodeo Broome 2

 Don’t worry.  He won’t last…

But I’m delighted to report that the animal always wins. Any chap able to stay more than ten seconds on the beast’s back is cheered wildly, but he still ends up on the ground.

One unfortunate fellow was bucked off his ride a millisecond after galloping into the arena, so was generously given a second chance. But as if the first ride wasn’t embarrassing enough in this heart of tough-guy territory, he promptly fell off the second time even faster. Hilarious!

Bull: 1  Cowboy: 0

As we flew  back from Broome to Melbourne, the pilot told us we’d be passing directly over Ayers Rock and as the weather was clear, we’d all get a great look at it.

Five minutes later, he was back on the microphone, apologising.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I am terribly sorry about my last announcement.  Of course, I meant Uluru. We’ll be passing over Uluru shortly. It’s just that in the air-traffic manual, the structure is still known as Ayers Rock. I didn’t mean any disrespect and I do apologise.’

Sure enough, in another five minutes, we were passing over Uluru and I had a spectacular view from above as the apologetic pilot dipped the plane’s right wing for a full 30 seconds.

So now I’ve seen the outback, been to a rodeo, watched a sunset on Cable beach, seen a boab tree and inspected Uluru from the sky.

And I’ll never, ever have to do it again.

Unless I want to….

Boab Tree Town Beach Broome

Pretty as a … boab tree.

 

 

 

 

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