Been driving since sun up
and it’s hotter than hell
I could do with a feed
and a drink or two
Best stop up ahead
at the Hebel Town Hotel
For seven long years
this land gripped by drought
The ‘Long Paddock’
once green and lush
now but dry stubble
and all chewed out
A friendly reminder …
“Don’t forget to fill up.
Both petrol and water.
If you run out of one,
you’ll be needing the other!”
As they say in the local vernacular,
It’s as dry as a dead dingo’s donger!
Hebel is a crossroad town
with but a solitary watering hole
to save the thirsty soul
of the weary & dusty traveller
If you’re not much of a drinker
there’s the Roadkill Cafe
for an espresso or a latte
Seeking road signs for an answer
. . . Do I turn left
towards the rainforest coast
… and water?
Turn right
and it’s serious desert
past the Black Stump
and on to the Never Never
Should I toss a coin
for a fateful answer?
The road ahead
north to the Tropic of Capricorn
is clearly marked ‘Danger’
Perhaps I should stop for a spell
and sleep on it overnight
in a nice soft bed
up ahead at the Hebel Hotel
From the outside
not much to look at
but once inside
surprisingly palatial
Where a hot Blues/Didge band
was pumping out loud
to a frenzied crowd
All grazing and raging
at the Hebel Town Hotel
As I ordered an Ironbar Pilsner
the barman said with a smile
“You’re just in time
it’s Happy Hour!”
He then served my beer
with a slice of lime
and a little blue umbrella
I thanked him
with a bone dry whisper
for you don’t ask questions
when it’s Happy Hour
at the Hebel Town Hotel
Except, “Who do I have to kill
to get a meal around here?”
Each meal seems to come
with much tomato sauce
and a Mr. Orange smiley face
at the Hebel Hotel
Tomorrow for breakfast
I’ll try that Roadkill Cafe
before I hit the crossroads
Decision of direction
finally made … hopefully
and drive away
from this God forsaken
drought stricken town
~ by david Redpath © 2018
(… the journey continues)
PhotoArt:
David Redpath © 2018
Photography:
David & Linda Redpath © 2018
I would stand out like a sore thumb over there down-under, but some women like that in me…
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Yes, there are plenty
of sympathetic sheilas
here in the land downunder,
where women glow and men plunder?
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Sounds just like my kind of folly.
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You’d be most welcome.
Just remember to bring
Lola with you.
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OMG. the hotel building looks very run down, and I can see from the photos how hot and dry the land was
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It is very serious.
They are calling it a one
in a hundred year drought.
The farmer’s here can usually
withstand two or three years
without rain, but seven years
of drought is breaking point
for many.
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I can imagine. This year is very hot in Europe and the climate changing affect everything, not sure what will happen next. I hope the rain come there soon and the winter not to frosty.
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The weather is a wild beast,
and we’ve been poking it
. . . with a stick.
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ha..ha.. soo true:)
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Phew it does look hot there! I hope you chose left. The meal looks yummy. David, did you stay for the cane toad races?
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That’s a whole other story, Stella.
No spoilers, but in a race with
a cane toad, I was well and truly
… licked!
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Ahh that gives me hope for the next installment of Outback Trek.:)
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Dang dingo dongers!
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Yes, don’t be a drongo!
Always hydrate a thirsty dingo.
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I found that phrase so amusing
I felt the need to comment 🙂
The dholes here are so terrifying
Hydrate them at your own detriment
Had to run away from more than one pack
Thankfully, many natural watering holes for those nasty dholes.
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The dingoes here are polite
and well behaved.
They wouldn’t hurt a jelly baby.
They’ve had some bad press
in the past … actually they
are very sneaky.
Don’t trust them to do any
babysitting.
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Dingo baby sitters would be a sight worth seeing
The stuff of dreams for old Rudyard Kipling
Mowgli in the Outback learning the Roonecessities
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I wouldnt entrust them
with a young Mowgli.
They’re not nice when hungry.
One tried to steal my lunch.
Caught him on camera 📷.
I’ll put pic on next post.
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Nice. Keep journeying.
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On the road as we speak, Yassy.
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Safe travels, David. Quite a colourful journey.
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Thank you very much, Yassy.
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Excellent read 👏👏 looks like I’am reading a western novel !!
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Thank you, Srikanth.
We do have cattle ranches here
larger than some countries.
Complete with outlaws (Bushrangers)
and cowboys (Drovers).
Except the bushrangers, like
Ned Kelly, have all been hung,
or elected to goverment.
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That’s great ! When I’am young I used to read lot of western novels like Louis la mour, Oliver strange and am crazy about western movies and l still have a collection of those movies and Clint Eastwood is my favorite !!
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‘The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly’,
could easily have been filmed 🎥
here in Australia.
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Nice writeup david!…loved the pictures….😊
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Thanks for that, Priscilla.
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You are welcome david…i write stories by the way,you might like them💖
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Now that’s an adventure I could enjoy. The Cane toad races would be a must see and the happy hour beer a must drink.
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Still in Croc Country, Daniel.
The cane toads are an introduced pest, so no one
really cares if a race contestant
is given a ‘french handicap’!
It’s the country pub ‘cocktails’
that make happy hour a must.
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I remember those Cane Toads in Korea. They were big enough to take a bicyclist down. I think they are considered a pest everywhere there is more than one. But that happy hour, I think that works.
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Apparently they’ve evolved
a bit here in Australia.
We now have to saddle them up
for the Cane Toad races, same as the horses.
The problem is finding jockeys!?
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Waaa haaa haaaa! I have a good visual in my head of that wild ride. When I was over in Saudi and Kuwait, I watch sime camel races. Those poor jockeys don’t have long careers because they keep getting launched into the desert trying to stay on the back of a raging camel. It is fun tho. The betting is all on which jockey is going airborne instead of which camel will win.
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That’s interesting, Daniel.
We have plenty of the prized
white camel grazing free in
the outback, yet we race
cane toads, even hermit crabs?
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Oh, you gotta get those camels on the track. It’s the sport of Saudi Kings and Princes and you know they don’t go half-assed on anything.
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Aesthetic photos David accompanied by your great write. Enjoy the road, cheers!
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Thanks Graci. Much appreciated.
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Loved the poem and the photography, everything so well put together.
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Thanks Marta.
That’s good to hear, for the drive so far has been a navigational nightmare.
But I guess that’s how you
discover new places. I never
intended to visit Hebel town.
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These photos are outstanding.
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Still using an old android phone,
Drew.
Been looking at grown-up
cameras 📷 but none of them
make phone calls!?
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I have the exact same problem. Well, that and all of the seagulls crapping all over my laptop
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That’s what comes from
laying on the beach 🌴 in
the sun 🌞 on a banana 🍌
lounge, drinking white rum.
My heart breaks for you
and your laptop, Drew.
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LMFAO
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Nice and colorful 😉
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Thank you, Ortensia.
You should consider a visit.
Many Irish adventurers once
got free transportation to here, courtesy of his Majesty.
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Don’t tempt me😂😂😂
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Australia is the land of plenty,
but we don’t have an Ortensia,
as far as I can see.
We have Irish style weather
in Tasmania.
Then, as you go north,
it only gets hotter!
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I d love to visit Tasmania but first island,that is also much closer😉as for an Australian Ortensia …..well the original is not easy to replicate…..thanks God someone would say: one is enough🤣
Have a good day .i just have a swim in the sea.not the ocean but it will do😉
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Loved the way you tied in the great Men At Work song! You are the Duke of Dingodom! Your words created such vivid images enhanced by your photographs. Well done as always my friend.
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Thank you most profusely,
Sir Walter.
Yes, ‘Down Under’, a classic
of Australian culture. Sung by a Scotsman, as it happens.
It introduced our humble
Vegemite Sandwich to the
world 🌎 culinary stage.
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You’re very welcome David.
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To hit a hotel during Happy Hours in a drought stricken town! You are lucky David.
Love the pics and poem accompanying them or is it the other way round?
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Cheers, Punam!
Pics & words, they go side by side, in the big picture of synchronicity …in a 💃
dance of cosmic comedy.
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I like the way you’ve filtered the pictures to go along with your words. I’ve never been to Oz but have traveled across Nevada and Utah and stopped in many last chance places with roadkill cafes! You caught the feel.
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Thanks Jan. You should
trek the Australian outback
one day. It get’s hotter
than your Justin Trudeau
stuck in a sauna, wearing
a woollen sweater!
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A great description. So subtle, vivid the Hebel hotel
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Thank you, Shantanu.
Glad you liked it.
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I sure did, David
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Still on my automotive ‘Walkabout’.
So plenty more to write about.
When I’m done, I’ll give you a shout.
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Great. Look forward to it 👏👏
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An excellent poem describing a desolate drought stricken town with excellent imagery.
Sounds like you made it in time to watch the Cane Toad races at 8 PM though. 😉
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The Cane Toad race will
outlast the Human Race.
It’s a Time Warp with warts,
that can take all night 🌙.
Those amphibians don’t go straight. That’s not the way
they roll. First it’s a squirm
to the left, and then a leap
to the right.
Dont bet on the toads.
Hang on to your cash real tight.
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Thanks Chris, it’s been a journey
to the heart of dryness
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You’ve captured so much in this, and all the character and incredible resilience. My heart breaks for our farmers.
And I so loved the orange smiley faces!
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Who doesn’t love a
Mr. Orange smiley face 😃?
It actually rained here the other
day, but it’ll take much more
to turn things around.
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Did it? Will definitely keep praying for more.
Where we are, we are actually having a very dry year too, but lately we have been getting these dribs and drabs, and I said to my husband, you know, the ground is so hard, if we had a downpour, it would just run off, but the little bits are helping to work the crust a little so when we finally get the proper rain it will hopefully soak in better. It’s giving some much needed hope.
Just clearing the air a little here, it’s amazing how it affects the psyche.
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Just enough to make puddles.
Not enough to fill empty creeks
and water holes.
Best to sayyestoclowds, Vanessa.
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haha oh, that is the first time I have seriously been inspired to think I should change the tagline on my blog name!!! Thanks for that 🙂
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Enjoyed reading… beautiful art work…
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Happy you enjoyed it, Geetika.
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Indeed it’s pleasure to read all your posts…
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Really great post!! Loved this journey and the photos are super! Thanks for sharing!
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You’re very welcome, Charles.
And thank you for coming
along for the ride.
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It was great fun and a great post!! Bravo, My Friend!!!
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I say, toss that coin and go on with the journey. It never ends, does it?
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I ching that may be the best
idea. Thanks Bojana.
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Wonderful post. Good journeys David. ♥.
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Thank you very much, Niki.
Perhaps next … Texas?
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Sorry to bother you David but I’m just wondering did I dream it or did you post a comment about spicy Mexican breasts and Donald Trump liking them and possibly allowing the Disciples of Santa Muerte into the U.S. so he can eat their breasts in my last night’s blog post that was posted Tuesday August 7th?
And also did I not reply to your comment?
The reason why I ask is both comments are now gone and I know I didn’t delete thrm.
Just wondering what’s happening here.
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Definetly happened.
I’ve long suspected we’ve
both been red flagged by
the deep dark state !?
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I found them on the reader, Chris.
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Okay, I’ll check them on the reader.
Thanks, David.
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The F.B.I. have long been
smuggling guns, south of
the border, into the hands
of Mexican gangs.
But best not to mention that.
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No, the reason I ask is because over the weekend, a woman asked me if the Disciples of Santa Muerte was real or just a myth.
I replied that the Disciples are just a figment of my imagination.
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The Disciples were just a figment of my imagination but modeled on the actual atrocities committed by the Mexican drug cartels.
Then I started telling her about how Samael and Lilith are mentioned in both the Bible and the Talmud- that Samael is the Satan mentioned in the Book of Job and how Lilith is mentioned by name in Isaiah in the original Hebrew.
Then there are numerous Talmud references to both Samael and Lilith.
Then when I tried to post the comment, it flashed on my smart phone-NSA verification required, FBI verification required, CIA verification required, CSIS verification required.
CSIS I presume stood for Canadian Security Intelligence Service (Canada’s national security and intelligence agency).
I found it amusing that the U.S. agencies got verification first over Canada’s when it was a Canadian’s smart phone being examined in Canada.
I couldn’t get back on my Safari browser again.
I was able to use What’sApp so I text messaged a friend of mine who’s a former DARPA employee and explained what happened.
He figured that something I had mentioned in my comment probably stood out so all these agencies took notice.
But I must have been deemed safe because when I got back home from the restaurant I was in using their wifi, I could use my iPhone browser again.
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That’z a relief, Van Helsing.
I thought perhaps Google
was making WordPress,
Sino-compliant, just like
Facebook. They don’t want
any bull in the china shop.
I thought they may have
targeted your post as the
ground zero of bull.
And me as an innocent bystander, of course?
I thought the CSIS was the
Canadian Sisters of Islamic
State?
Anyway, Google has asked
nicely not to use the term
‘Yellow Peril’
( not very P.C.)
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OOOOOH! I love this one. The pictures are perfect as is the poem. Reminds me of the Eagles and Hotel California! Your are really out in the boonies.!!
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Thanks Dwight.
Yes, the boondocks indeed.
But there’s no ‘boon’
happening around here.
The hotel manager said,
“You can check out anytime
you like,
but send us some rain please!”
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That’s good! No docks either…. No rain in site!
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No dock of the bay
No tide rolling in
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Brilliant. Make it a song.
I’d craft a grammy out of
starlight and moon dust.
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Thank you, Matthias.
From the rusting dust around here, red with
ferric oxide, it would be
a grammy of iron.
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Now this would be
iron-ic
I love the weirdness
of your comments.
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With steely determination
in the foundry of life,
I try my rustic rusty best.
~ Thanks Matthias.
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Here you see them up in the mountains, the little pauses in the road, built on too thin soils to support more than a few large ranches, and maybe also built on too many hopes. It’s interesting how your poem reveals the genuine friendliness small places and small towns presume for strangers. Maybe that’s universal?
Thanks for the poem.
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Thank you Paul.
Yes, every culture seems captive
to it’s past to some degree.
Here in outback Oz (I’m only
passing throught) the pioneering
spirit is still very evident.
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Nice
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Thanks for that.
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Very nice
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Long way from Bollywood.
No singing & dancing 💃Glad you liked it.
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☺️😊👍 definitely will sing and dance for u.. keep going always.
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Penned beautifully and pictures are Awesome..👍
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Thanks for that, Sunny 🌞.
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You are welcome..🌞👍
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This is the sort of thing I would like to do one day… travel this fine country of ours…
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If you head out west, Amberley,
best do it after the rains.
When the flower of the wild
will drive 🚗 you
insane … and back again.
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Thank you, David dearest
I will make my way there eventually
First in the east and then I will spread my wings
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Just don’t go breaking the
speed limit on the east coast,
Amberley. The fines are heavy.
In the west you can cut loose!
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Kids in the car
Makes for reason to drive safely
Can’t wait for the west coast
Taking friends but there will be fun
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“Are we there yet?!”
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Lol pretty much
“How much longer?”
20 mins into the trip… “We have been driving my entire life!”
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It really doesn’t look that much! How do they make this work financially?
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It would seem people get
thirsty in the outback, Svein.
From what I’ve seen, very thirsty!
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Yeah, I know this from my time in Australia, however, there must be an outback, and enough people that find it worth while to live there?
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It is the ‘Lucky Country’, Svein.
Many who live in the bush
would hate living in the city.
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