2019 - OZ 20
Back to Port Augusta
Saw Quite a Few Wrecked, Abandoned Cars |
It
is time to head towards Melbourne; or at least travel among more people, if we
have trouble, there would be more people to help us out. Here in the outback, if we get car trouble or
something else happens to us, we are kind of stuck.
So,
we decided, after talking about it to NOT go on to Alice Springs (we’ve been
there before), but head back, back to Port Augusta.
It
will be a long drive again but it’s a must for us, staying in the outback is
not really an option any longer.
The
outback of Australia is an amazing area, with the entire nothing there; there
is a lot to see.
Smiles!
I
mean when was the last time you spent time seeing nothing and liking it?
Another Salt Flat |
Wedge Tailed Eagle - Check Its Legs |
We
booked our hotel via the internet and it was a quiet, old place. The Hotel, Pampas Motel, was run for years by the
mayor of town, a lady who was much liked in town. Now this lady passed away and
now the daughter is in charge, she inherited the place. We had a little chat
with the new proprietor who told us that she would love to sell the Motel.
Pampas Motel |
Well,
the motel was run very well, the rooms were clean, the colors cheery, the
parking adequate, why would she want to sell?
True, there was nothing around the hotel as far as food was concerned,
not even breakfast was given, but it was a lovely, old place. No internet, but
that could be added if you really tried. But that is the issue, once you decide
you don’t want it, why upgrade?
We
stayed in many smallish motels while in Australia. They were mostly family run,
mostly a ‘mom and pop’ operation. The big American Chain Hotels are not so widely
spread in Australia. I am glad of that, I don’t really like them, they all look
alike to me, have really no character.
So
this owner of the Motel kind of offered the Motel to me… She wanted to have a
life like we have, travel, see the world, she told me. She did not really want
to be bogged down in one spot, serving others, washing their towels each day.
I
could understand her on one side, on the other side; she was good at what she
was doing. Had a cheery disposition, made a good impression.
But
somehow fate or circumstances made her ‘serve’ others. While
I have the good fortune to just idle my time away, moving from spot to spot.
How
lucky am I?
We
had to find a place to eat that night, a place with internet, and a place not
too far from this Motel.
It
struck me as funny that we had to go to another Motel down the street to eat,
while the place we had booked had nothing to offer besides a bed for the night only
because the owner did not want to offer anything else.