Friday, 8 November 2013

Outback Teahouse and Barkly Homestead



With the little hand of Jess' watch brushing 8am the temperatures were already swelteringly hot, so we decided not to hang around and jumped in the car. The drive through the outback had just began. The landscape had transformed into arid bushland with that iconic red dirt lining the roads.




However, it wasn't long before our bellies were grumbling, and when we saw signs for Fran's Devonshire Teahouse we couldn't help but stop for a little bite to eat.

Fran was so lovely and charming, coming over to our hot sweaty faces with some much needed fresh lemonade. Once we sat down she recommended the salmon and spinach pasties which we instantly agreed to.




Her teahouse was decorated in cute little ornaments and trinkets, of dogs, gnomes and other all sorts. The meal itself was delicious, beautifully crafted, and topped with a homemade pepper and chilli seasoning. Whilst we ate she sat down with us and told us all about the history of the area she had lived in for the last 44 years since moving to the Katherine region.



It was like she was the entire Australian outback's grandmother. So sweet and charming. Not to mention a wonderful cook.

Bellies now full we headed on down the road passing a series of small towns towards Tennant's Creek.





However, these beautifully tarmacked roads were so easy to drive on that we had made great time. With the clock indicating it was still only 3pm we decided head east towards Queensland until 5pm and rest up wherever we ended up.




That happened to be a cute little homestead called Barkly. Which seemed to consist of a single bar, restaurant and caravan park building. 





We quickly set up camp to the backdrop of another incredible sunset (Australia really does seem to have the monopoly on great sunsets) and headed inside for some refreshments. There were three British barmaids working on the bar, in this middle of nowhere building. 



It seemed odd at first, but since the Australian government's ruling that anyone wanting to extend their Working Holiday Visa has to work for 3 months in a rural area it shouldn't have come as too much of a shock.



After a big day of driving we were feeling pretty knackered and headed up the ladder to our roof top tent for an early night.


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