At Eucla Rigabold’s the pernicketness’ first stop was the seventh hole of the Nullarbor Golf Course, it was heading towards darkness but he could still see enough of what he needed too. The hole itself wasn’t overly impressive, it was after all only a straight par four, no traps, other than the the Nullarbor surface and even that was relatively flat, but it’s name and story were the most interesting part.
Rigabold had read the GPS screen that told him how the hole was named after the Nullarbor Nymph a “naked shelia who ran with the kangaroos”. It was a story made up by the locals in 1971 over too many beers, then for the cost of his room for the night a PR man by the name of Steve promised he’d put Eucla on the map by spreading it to all the newspapers.
The story of the naked, blonde bombshell running around the Nullarbor at Eucla Motel went ballistic, 1971’s version of viral was the joke the GPS used. Then before anyone knew what was going on Eucla was inundated with journalists, TV crews from all over the country, even the BBC sent a documentary crew out. It was a story that was feed by the locals for ages before one local after being plied with a little too much scotch revealed it was “all bullshit, and you bastards fell for it”.
As Rigabold stood on the green of the seventh hole looking back to the tee it was not difficult for him to imagine the Nullarbor Nymph. The tall, skinny lady, wearing nothing, her boobs bouncing and her long hair flowing as she ran from one side of the fairway to the other surrounded by kangaroos. it wasn’t possible of course but even Tumcuddulan’s could dream.
Because it was right on dusk Rigabold didn’t bother doing any more sightseeing, instead he went into the motel restaurant, which was also the gift shop and the motel reception, to order himself some Chiko Rolls. There was only two in the warmer when he went in but the girl behind the counter, a big, well built girl that looked like she would be more at home somewhere in the Pacific Islands rather than Outback Australia, offered to cook him as many as he wanted if he was prepared to wait.
Because Rigabold knew that Border Village was only about thirteen kilometres down the road and in the interests of Tumcuddulan research he would be partaking in more Chiko Rolls when he arrived there he took it easy and only ordered an extra four of the deep fried rolls.
While his order cooked Rigabold ate the two Chikos that we available and wandered around the room looking at the items on display. Most of the items were memorabilia for the area, photographs, rocks and the like, there was also quite a lot of stories about the area and those who helped develop it. The stuff was interesting reading and even with his advance reading skills Rigabold didn’t get the chance to read all of it before his Chiko Rolls were ready.
His short trip to Border Village was spent eating the Chiko Rolls, they weren’t the best Chiko Rolls he’d tasted but they were red hot and cooked to perfection which meant they ranked high on the list. The headlights and spot lights on the front of the Dodge cut through the dark lighting his way. With no other traffic on the road between the two road houses he didn’t even need to turn his spot lights off while he drove.
Out of courtesy for those manning the ship, so to speak, Rigabold turned his spot lights off as he approached the Quarantine Station. The GPS told him that Qaurantine between most states in Australia was taken very seriously. The Quarantine Station at Border Village was only for traffic travelling westward and the staff were very diligent in seizing and disposing of things like fruits, vegetables and even products like honey that could carry bugs or diseases.
Western Australia was particularly strict with what came into their state, and despite the large areas of border that couldn’t be protected they stopped everything they could the posed a risk to their own agriculture. For a state like Western Australia that produced so much of its own produce and food stuffs it was almost essential to have strong quarantine rules and avoid cross state contamination.
There was two cars and one triple trailered truck parked in the westbound lanes of the well lit Quarantine station when Rigabold approached. He didn’t need the GPS to tell him that he would not be required to stop and be checked over by the staff, the way the east bound lanes diverted around the station told him that, however he did need the GPS to tell him that he would instead be pulled up for his check at Ceduna a town several hundred kilometres further down the road.
Immediately after the Quarantine station, which also signified the exact boarder between South Australia and Western Australia Rigbold turned right across the highway. There was several lanes of bitumen and a wide area of dirt but beyond that was Border Village Roadhouse However the first thing Rigabold saw was a huge wooden kangaroo. Before he pulled over in front of the road house Rigabold knew he’d be checking out the big kangaroo and it’s story since the GPS had failed to give him the information before arriving.
Switching the engine off Rigabold climbed out of the Dodge but instead of heading inside to get his Chiko Rolls he wandered directly over to the large kangaroo. Even in the dark the kangaroo could be easily seen due to the huge flood lights that lit it up. Seeing several other people standing around it Rigabold guessed there was good reason for the big statue to be lit as well as it was.
Stepping up to the rope barrier that was around the base of the kangaroo Rigabold was about to start reading the sign board telling him about what was in front of him when he heard a voice.
“You know there is more to the story than what that sign says?”