It's a weird country I live in, and it's a hard life. For years we couldn't get a reading out of the rain gauge for the dust in the bottom of it, if it rained, I think that's when this wet stuff falls from the sky, there was a little mud in it. But now, I almost didn't get through from the station to Broken Hill because of the rain making many of the roads impassable, even for a four wheel drive.
Home for me was Balgo Downs, a cattle station somewhere to the east of Lake Frome in South Australia, and to get to Broken Hill it is a two hundred and fifty bone shaking kilometres on a gravel road, that was now mud in places where there had been dried water courses for as long as I can remember, before we hit the Barrier Highway at Olary. There I hang a left onto the bitumen that took us into Broken Hill where I was to meet my sister who was coming up from the big smoke. What I need to explain for those who don't live in Australia is that the 'big smoke' refers to a major city, in this case Sydney, and it doesn't matter whether the smoke is geographically North, South, East or West, you always come up from the big smoke and go down to the big smoke.
Anyway, my sister Natalie was coming up from the big smoke for a visit to get away from the problems she was having, like her bastard of a husband Robert who, after not wanting kids for years, duffs up (gets pregnant) his secretary and decides that he wants a family, with her. Needless to say Nat is somewhat less than impressed and isn't taking it too well, so she's coming to cry on my shoulder, although I don't know what help I'll be, given my track record with women and relationships.
I, at thirty years of age, am still a bachelor, but not a virgin, I hasten to add. I've had a couple of unsuccessful attempts at relationships, the most spectacular failures were at B&S (Bachelors and Spinsters) balls, these are just a ginormous excuse for a piss up and shag fest, I think I was the only person who expected any lasting benefit.
I even applied to go on a reality TV show called 'The Farmer Wants a Wife' but wasn't accepted because they didn't think that I was desperate enough. What would they know? The only drought longer than mine was the meteorological one we've just gone through. It's not that I don't have contact with women, it's just that the women I am close to, station hands and cooks, were either too old or attached.
Nat's coming in on the first flight in the morning so I'm booked into a hotel for the night and I find myself seated in the Dining Room looking at the menu with a waitress hovering impatiently beside me. For something different from either lamb or beef I decided on calamari, I remember trying it once when I went down to Adelaide for the Royal Show (agricultural show) and quite liked it. I took a bite of what was supposed to be calamari to find that it was minced squid formed into a ring and covered in bread crumbs. "What's this supposed to be?" I asked the waitress after I leg-roped her and dragged her back to my table. I didn't really, but it did take some doing to grab her attention.
"It's crumbed calamari."
"No, it's crumbed squid rings, it is not calamari."
"Yeah it's squid, that's calamari, and it's been minced and shaped into a ring and crumbed, therefore it's crumbed calamari." I pushed the plate away from me in disgust. "Do you want it or not?"
"I wouldn't feed this to my cat." I told her so she grabbed the plate and started to walk away. "Hang on, I want to order something else, something that I can eat."
"Suit yourself but you're going to have to pay for this."
"You're kidding, I pay for it and you take it back to the kitchen and eat it."
"What makes you think I'd eat it? What do you want?"
"You'd better get me a steak and I want it rare and none of that packet pepper sauce either."
"Would you like to come out to the kitchen and cook it yourself? Shee, talk about fussy, anyone would think you're in a fancy city restaurant the way you carry on." She shuffled off to get my steak.
She returned and shoved the plate in front of me with a slab of steak on it. "The chef told me to tell you that not five minutes ago this was running around the paddock." I cut into it and took a bite, it was good, just the way I like it and I told her so.
I went to bed early, a combination of a long drive and the need to get an early start made it necessary, but I couldn't get to sleep straight away thinking about Nat and her problems and what I could do to help her. We had been close up until the time she left to go to university while I stayed to help out at home after Dad's accident. We'd both been sent to boarding school in Sydney and, although we went to different schools we kept in touch on weekends. Her friends were my friends and vice versa and it was one of my friends that she ended up marrying. Robert wasn't my best friend and I didn't know him all that well, he was a day student from the Eastern Suburbs and had shit loads of money. That wasn't the reason we were friends, he was more of a friend of a friend. Anyway, Nat and he got together and married and had a harbourside apartment where they entertained their friends. So I guess I blamed myself for her problems.
I got up early and had your typical hotel breakfast, cereal, bacon and eggs with toast and a choice of either tea bag tea or instant coffee, such culinary joy! At nine I rescued the Disco (Land Rover Discovery) from the hotel car park and headed for the airport to meet the first flight in. I was just in time to see it descending out of the sun and sliding onto the tarmac. I was surprised to see Nat get off with another woman who looked vaguely familiar. As they got closer I recognised her as Karen, one of Nat's friends from school. Wow! She's grown up and looks great. What's she doing here?
Nat hurried into the terminal building and rushed up to me, giving me the hugest hug. "Hi Pete, thanks for meeting us and letting us stay. You do remember Karen don't you?"
"Of course I do, Hi." I held out my hand which she ignored, instead giving me a hug that was every bit as good as Nat's.
Her lips were next to my ear and a barely audible whisper brought everything into focus. "You realise that I had a monster crush on you at school. I still do."
They stood either side of me as we waited for the bags to come off the plane. Nat leaned in close. "She told you didn't she?" I nodded and caught the look that passed between them. They're up to something.
It was a slow and dirty trip back. The first part on the bitumen to Olary was easy and the Disco trundled along at 100Klicks, you can't expect too much more from the small diesel motor, but as soon as we hit the gravel, scratch that, mud, it was a hard slog. Three times I had to wade a fast moving creek with the winch cable and heavy hammer and stake. I sat on the bonnet (hood) and operated the winch while Nat took the wheel and kept the motor running in low range to keep it going and help the winch.
It took us over six hours to complete the two hundred and fifty kilometres to the station and when we got there it was difficult to tell what colour the Disco was when we had set out. There was mud caked in the wheel arches that almost reached the tyres. It was going to take a bit of water to get rid of all that, but then water we have plenty of at the moment.