{"id":467,"date":"2018-07-20T21:15:53","date_gmt":"2018-07-20T11:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.onthewallaby.net\/?p=467"},"modified":"2018-07-30T13:56:33","modified_gmt":"2018-07-30T03:56:33","slug":"darwin-2018-remember-when","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.onthewallaby.net\/?p=467","title":{"rendered":"DARWIN 2018 – Remember When"},"content":{"rendered":"

I didn\u2019t sleep as well as I might have that first night.<\/p>\n

The bed was plenty comfortable and I switched around between the aircon with blankets, and fan with a sheet \u2013 but never quite managed to find my sleeping mojo.<\/p>\n

Still \u2013 I finally rose proper at around nine o\u2019clock.<\/p>\n

With no official plans for the day \u2013 I made a cuppa tea (the only thing in the room) and sat out on my balcony, overlooking the palm trees.<\/p>\n

I watched the whistling kites gliding and swooping on the thermals and suddenly it delighted me that this exact combination of temperature, humidity and breeze, is a purely Darwin thing!<\/p>\n

It had been ten years since I\u2019d felt it \u2013 and I\u2019ve been around a bit in that time, but that particular feeling was exclusive, and the realisation brought a smile to my face.<\/p>\n

I watched some local TV and chuckled at the amateur-hour ads \u2013 like Arnie\u2019s Fencing, with some clown (probably the owner of said company), doing a very poor Schwarzenegger impersonation throughout, flogging off fences and gates.<\/p>\n

I had a shower and another cuppa then headed for a walk down the Mall.<\/p>\n

I noticed Kitty O\u2019Shea\u2019s pub was now the Hotel Darwin (which backed onto the motel I was staying at), and further down \u2013 the old Commonwealth Bank building is now Rorke\u2019s Drift pub.<\/p>\n

I wandered through a few back alleys I\u2019d been known to frequent \u2013 but couldn\u2019t quite recall exactly where they led. I was slightly annoyed that my mind was betraying me like this and decided to just proceed on instinct. Things slowly began falling into place.<\/p>\n

I was glad to see \u2018Melissa\u2019s Caf\u00e9’ was still going \u2013 though shut at this particular hour. It used to be a convenient favourite, on my walks between the Chan building near parliament house, and Darwin Plaza, further up the mall.<\/p>\n

A few shops had either changed names or shut down completely \u2013 and a few new ones had arisen.<\/p>\n

The Victoria Hotel (The Vic) \u2013 which is well over a hundred years old and withstood the Japanese bombing of Darwin, as well as Cyclone Tracy, had shut its doors to trade. Apparently the strain of trading against so many close competitors was eventually more than the old girl could handle \u2013 which is a great shame, in my eyes.<\/p>\n

I called into a busy caf\u00e9 and secured myself a bacon and egg roll and a strawberry milk for breakfast (I\u2019ve never succumbed to the lure of the beloved NT Iced Coffee obsession, despite living there for nine years). The tucker and cold milk really hit the spot.<\/p>\n

I was sitting on a Mall seat, setting my mental bearings and watching the tourists (a cruise ship was obviously in town) when James rang, looking to organise some kind of plan for the evening. Apparently there were a few blokes pretty keen on a beer and a catch-up.<\/p>\n

We settled on the Hotel Darwin, simply because it had a nice beer garden \u2013 plenty of room for a bunch of blokes to blow the froth off a couple and reminisce about days gone by.<\/p>\n

Though I was super keen to get into it \u2013 James wisely suggested we hold off till five, I agreed and that was the plan we ran with.<\/p>\n

As I wandered back to my room, I decided to call into the Hotel Darwin for a schooner of coke \u2013 I was still thirsty and sick of drinking tea.<\/p>\n

So I purchased a coke and sat out front on the veranda.<\/p>\n

I was thinking how a lot has changed about Darwin.<\/p>\n

I got chatting to a bloke from Jabiru \u2013 he was in town for a wedding or something, and there were a bunch of rowdy people behind us.<\/p>\n

A police wagon drove down Mitchell Street and a young, local lady seated behind me yells out:<\/p>\n

\u2018Hey – there goes my Fkn lift home! Eh, Officer ya C*#t<\/a>\u00a0– gimme a lift!
\nI called triple-oh eh, and no f*cker answers me! F*cken @resholes!!\u2019<\/p>\n

….apparently not everything has changed.<\/p>\n

I retired to my room and waited till about four thirty, when I decided it was time to stake my claim on a prime spot at the table in the beer garden.<\/p>\n

So I entered the pub and ordered a schooner \u2013 Carlton Draft.<\/p>\n

They no longer sell Tooheys New on tap in Darwin pubs.<\/p>\n

This too was the case when I first arrived at Darwin in 1999 \u2013 no Tooheys on tap.<\/p>\n

VB and Melbourne Bitter (of all things!) were popular back then \u2013 but after a year or two, Tooheys had a push and big promotional campaign and New became available on tap in most pubs.<\/p>\n

I walked out to the beer garden \u2013 there was a bloke playing guitar and singing songs. He had a unique style, for his songs were unfamiliar to my ear \u2013 I guessed originals (or spawn of some obscure artist of which he was a fan).<\/p>\n

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Upon closer listening \u2013 some tunes were in fact popular songs, just sung in his own, personal, unrecognisable style.<\/p>\n

The beer garden had very recently been done up \u2013 and I struggled to recall how it used to look. The main facilities remained unchanged \u2013 I knew where the toilets and various bars were to be found, but the paint and concrete floor had been spruced up and the over-all appearance seemed brighter and fresh.<\/p>\n

There were only about six to eight people there besides myself, yet the singer of songs appeared quite content entertaining himself with little jokes in between tunes, and laughing at his own remarks.<\/p>\n

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I noticed quite a few large tables with \u2018Reserved\u2019 notes declaring them off-limits, and then a big white screen up front.<\/p>\n

After some thought, I realised that this was the evening of Australia\u2019s first Soccer World Cup game against France! We could get a few people here tonight.<\/p>\n

The first schooie hardly touched the sides, so I went and bought myself another.<\/p>\n

I sat at the side of the stage, where I could see both the singer and the big screen \u2013 with my stool on a forward, slightly downward graded slope, so as not to cut off the blood to my lower extremities should I perch there too long.<\/p>\n

Shortly thereafter I recognise the familiar relaxed gait of my old mate Jimbo strolling through the doors, with that ear to ear Picker grin on his face and hand outstretched.<\/p>\n

He looked as though he\u2019d lost a few kilos (that I\u2019d managed to find), but all in all the last decade had been pretty kind to him.<\/p>\n

Ben Fairchild climbed aboard the stool to my left \u2013 sporting a flash new pair of RM boots, shining spotlessly tonight on their maiden outing. A recent bargain, at four hundred and fifty bucks.<\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s a funny bloke who calls a spade a spade and is a gun builder who can turn his adept hand to just about anything in the game.<\/p>\n

I still have a bookcase and a massively-strong, overkill outdoor table setting that Ben built for me some fifteen years ago.<\/p>\n

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My memory tends to blur a little after this point and I can\u2019t recall with any degree of accuracy, the order of things as they went down.<\/p>\n

Next thing I know, I\u2019m laughing with Liam \u2018Muzzy\u2019 Musgrave and Phil Bartlett, two blokes I used to work with. I notice a tall, thin, rangy looking fella heading our way so I give a cursory nod and continue with our banter.<\/p>\n

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I look up again as a big arm wraps round my neck \u2013 Shane \u2018Harro\u2019 Harrison!<\/p>\n

The rangy fella looks a little older now (married with a couple of kids), and has clearly lost quite a few kilos since last I saw him! (Which again, I\u2019d managed to find).<\/p>\n

Harro is the perfect height to wrap his arm around your head while his elbow rests comfortably upon your shoulder.<\/p>\n

He too is a humorous, piss-taking, affectionate, fun-loving son of a bitch!<\/p>\n

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Amongst the witty banter and jovial repartee, I realised that my old mate Micky had missed the memo regarding this impromptu gathering!<\/p>\n

I sent Micky an SMS suggesting he come join us.<\/p>\n

Micky, or more correctly Kaleem, was once a computer operator with the rest of us but had since moved on to become one of the Top Ends most accomplished (and entertaining), fishing guides! If you wanna catch Barra, Jewies or any number of reefies \u2013 give Micky a call at Springtide Safaris \u2013 he\u2019ll put you on the spot!<\/p>\n

Anyway \u2013 Micky was originally a little reluctant to come, as he\u2019d planned to watch the Soccer at home. I told him we had it on the big screen and he should come along into town.<\/p>\n

He relented after very little pressure and was soon cutting through the growing crowd with a jug of Great Northern.<\/p>\n

We were still waiting for Michael \u2018Pottsie\u2019 Potts to put in an appearance \u2013 but some feared he may be tethered to the bar at Monsoons, his haunt of preference in Mitchell Street.<\/p>\n

James ordered a couple of pizzas \u2013 to fill empty gut bags currently sloshing with beer and froth. They were some breed of meat-lovers, with a load of mayo blown across the top.<\/p>\n

They went down a treat and saved more than one of us from a likely uncomfortable night\/morning driving the porcelain bus.<\/p>\n

Muz was hitting Micky up on my behalf for a complimentary seat on his next fishing expedition, but that happened to be a Mother-Ship excursion of some six days duration.<\/p>\n

Maybe next time.<\/p>\n

By the time the World Cup match kicked off, the place was a seething mass of Froggie fans \u2013 with a small, though rowdy bunch of Aussies thrown in!<\/p>\n

The supporters of Les Bleu were sporting French flags, berets and even waving bread-sticks in the air \u2013 it all combined to create a good natured, party atmosphere.<\/p>\n

Songs were sung, chants were called and dances done \u2013 it was quite the spectacle!<\/p>\n

We all had plenty of laughs, relived old stories and told a few new ones.<\/p>\n

I think everyone had a good time \u2013 I know I had a ball and loved every minute of it. Well except the minute where the Aussies got beaten by the French.<\/p>\n

But even that was short-lived, you couldn\u2019t help but respect the enthusiasm and patriotism of the French supporters, they were over the moon at their win \u2013 and while they celebrated hard, they didn\u2019t look to cause any trouble.<\/p>\n

At some stage Muz simply disappeared \u2013 the theory being he went looking for Pottsie, never to return \u2013 but who knows?<\/p>\n

People left in dribs and drabs until I found myself having a final couple of quiet schooners with Phil. We had a nice chat about all manner of things \u2013 work, marriage, kids, retirement and drinking.<\/p>\n

I had one final schooner and had hit the wall. It was around midnight and I was done.<\/p>\n

I bid Phil farewell and stumbled home \u2013 amazingly once again finding my way directly to my room without reference to the map (which I\u2019d left on my bedside table).<\/p>\n

I took a long swig from the cold-water jug in the fridge (still no mini-bar), and just before I laid down and passed out, I posted the following on Facebook, which summed up my feelings:<\/p>\n

\u201cWell \u2013 my trip has been worth it already. Had a pisser of a night \u2013 caught up with some great mates!\u201d<\/p>\n

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