Love & Kindness — A Diamond in the Rough.

I am addicted to the remotely located Ningaloo coral reef at Cape Range National Park.

It is the worlds longest onshore reef. Grab your snorkel, goggles and flippers walk off the shore and you are immediately in the wonderland of coral and sea creatures.

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The best bit about this obsession is that it is only twelve hours drive away from my home.

This part of the North West of Australia  has a harsh climate with extremely high summer temperatures, dangerous animals, droughts, cyclones, lack of water and very long distances between towns.

The adversity of living in this part of the world can create deeply authentic people who have had to connect to make things work.

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Advice for cycling this path. Packs of dingo’s are known to bite bicycle tyres. This sign tells you to stand as tall as you can, face the pack of dingo’s (as they circle around you?). Plus if you are with someone stand back to back, look the dingo’s in the eye. Stay close to children and small teenagers, etc. A person needs to be tough to live here.

At the National Park camp grounds the only facilities are  picnic tables with seating, drop toilets and rubbish bins.

No mobile phone service, wifi, fresh water, shops or anything else. For that you have to drive an hour away to the town of Exmouth.

After staying at the remote park, I go to Exmouth to re-civilise myself. After a week or more of only salt water touching my skin, my  hair will be standing on end and so congealed with salt that I can’t get a brush though it.

I take my salty self into town to have a wash before I travel on.

After days of camping my habit is to have dinner cooked for me at the restaurant in the caravan park where I stay before heading south and back home.

The last time I was there I wandered over to the Potshot pub for a pre-dinner drink and a quiet read before heading to the restaurant for dinner.

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The Potshot Hotel

I’m a people watcher so when I heard lots of loud talk and laughter at a nearby table I noticed a very tall man — he appeared to be about fifty or sixty years of age —  it was hard to tell. His hair was dark without any grey and his body was shaped like a modern day Chinese Wealth God.

This mans huge girth was swaddled in a bright blue “T” shirt. He moved lightly on his feet for such a heavy man so I imagined that imperceptibly over time he had swapped his six pack for a keg.

Mr “Blue” as I named him had large black heavy framed glasses with coke bottle lenses that slid down his nose. When he chose to see he tipped his head back and looked down from his great height.

His skin was the red of a European who had —over the decades — been so sun burnt that his skin had given up and was perpetually a deep crimson. As he laughed loudly I noticed a gap in his teeth.

Blue walked lightly and quickly but with the waddle of a heavily pregnant woman. I noticed that he was talking to a couple of young women and that a loving engaged energy wafted over the group. They seemed to be excited to be together. There was a visible pinkish glow over these people and they had easy familiarity and respect that made me curious.

I then reminded myself that it was madness to assume anything about anyone or anything in life so I went back to my book.

Later I wandered back to the caravan park and restaurant.

In the dark on the excellent bike paths of Exmouth I felt safe because the paths were filled with cyclists, runners and dog walkers enjoying the cool evening air.

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Emu warning signs

The only unsafe part was the emus who are known to be aggressive at times.

Over the last couple of years I have been invited to join people at their table in this restaurant. I guess because it is too embarrassing for some people to see a single woman eating alone? I’m not sure really why this happens but it does.

I had forgotten this quirk in the fabric of the universe so excitedly entered the restaurant thinking about the next chapter of my book.

A very tall backpacker waiter with a strong accent — I couldn’t place — hovered over me as he showed me my table.

As he bent over the top of me and bumped me as he gave me the menu, this was distracting me so I didn’t notice the people around me.

However, my mind finally registered the words; “Come and sit here!”  from a man at the next table who was inviting me to join them.

It is the larger than life “Blue” mountain of a man from the pub and he was there with the four younger people.

Resigned that this is the way of it in this restaurant in Exmouth — I do.

I notice a couple of grey nomads who are about my vintage sitting at the table behind “Blue” and they take a lively vicarious interest in what is happening. It is easy for them to follow the theme as “Blue” is joyous, loud and open with his speech.

Upon sitting down I learn that “Blue’s” name is Walsey — this is because he comes from Wales.

He is excited to have me at the table because he had noticed me reading at the pub.

Walsey emanates smiles. He is loud and funny and seems out of place with the other occupants of the table. Yet;  they sit there with a sense of protection and caring.

I’m introduced; First to a German couple both slender, refined, beautiful and quiet. Their  eyes were intelligently taking in the play of words as they wash over the table. This quiet couple chip in occasionally and thoughtfully speak. I learn that they have opened an amazing business in Exmouth called Social Society where they serve delicious organic food and sustainable clothing.

At the other end of the table are a married couple. The woman is Korean with a round face, easy smile and lots of dead pan jokes. Her newly minted husband is from Ireland. These two are fun, they have twinkles in their eyes and a ready humour. They work from Perth in the fly-in/fly-out mining industry. They are a joy to be around because they keep the conversation flowing — no matter what Walsey says.

I am the only Australian born person at the table and I recognize that this has been the familiar experience all my life. I am constantly exposed to a soup of different cultural perspectives and ideas without having to travel overseas —I well up with the feeling of luck and gratitude.

Curious; I ask what brings them together and the story unfolds.

During the boom time in Western Australia the Korean woman and German couple were in Exmouth working in hospitality. They couldn’t  afford the extremely high cost of accommodation in town, so they camped in the bush out of town. They had no facilities — no water, toilets, rubbish collection or electricity.

Sort of like being at Cape Range National Park however, without the toilets, camp sites or rubbish collection.

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The bush around Exmouth is harsh and dry not an easy place to camp or live.

The bush here is hot, dusty, full of insects that bite, plants that sting, snakes, and other poisonous creepy things.

There are very few trees around Exmouth and the few that do get to survive are stunted and provide little shade.

I imagined that their tent would have been hellish. After a shift they would have had to cook and clean for themselves, cart in their own water, food and everything else and only God knows what they did for a toilet.

These people were from Korea and Germany where they have every facility imaginable so they probably would have been exposed to extreme culture shock.

Their story is told in snippets between jokes, rude comments and various other stories.

At one time Walsey relays that he thought that the Korean woman would never get married because he thought she was a lesbian.

At another time he says he knows that his twenty-three year old Australian daughter is a virgin — for sure.  

He then relates how he behaved when he met the only boyfriend she ever let him near.

We then totally understand why he thinks that she doesn’t have boyfriends — she knows how to evade her fathers ideas.

Then he questions me. “Where do you live?”

When I answer he loudly asks “What is the value of your home?” His friends cringe but remain quiet.

To which I reply; “Way more than you can imagine, I’m a purse.”

I then say to the table “I’m a total nurse and a purse — I understand this is a real turn on for men.”

They cringe again and at the same time look amused.

His next question is; “What type of car do you drive?” 

I am ecstatic at this situation how amazing to be asked such things!

The grey nomads who are watching are also excited to see how this all unfolds.

In answer I slap my keys on the table. When he sees it is a Mercedes he looks happy.

The two couples wince again and then protectively try to say something to ameliorate his crash-bang queries.

I am in a place of joy, such open gall and innocence all mixed up together in a fully grown man.

At the end of the meal he whips out his credit card and pays for everyone including me.

Back to the story of why they were all together.

This is how I heard their story — I am not really sure if I have it exactly right.

Walsey noticed their situation, and he was living in Exmouth with all the facilities of modern life.  He invited them to live with or maybe around him camping in his garden.

These back packers moved out of the bush and they all lived as a community protected by this big Boomer of a man and for this they love and respect him.

At the end of the evening Walsey turns to me.

Much to the delight of the grey nomad couple who are still closely following the hilarity of our table  — he says; “Come back to my place.”

By this stage my love for this kind bumbling man knows no bounds — He is a fine soul and I respect him. I let him down gently. I say; “Thanks so much but I have a long drive tomorrow so — no.”

When he insists I gently say;

“Walsey, I don’t want to drink anything more tonight so thanks so much for inviting me but no.”

He has had a few too many wines so asks a few more times until he finally gets the “No” in good humour.

The grey nomads are hysterical, I feel joyed out.

Kind, generous and genuine people come in many guises.

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