We left Kalgoorlie just before 9.30am which was quite early enough simce we were only intending to travel as far as Kambalda & Norseman, the venues where Bob would play the next three holes of his Nullarbor game.
Just after 10am., we arrived at Kambalda Golf Course, which looked
very brown! The fairways consisted of gravel & grit, whilst the "greens" were just earthen scrapes, which had to be raked before attempting to putt. I think the best that I can say about it, is that it afforded me the chance to have a little exercise whilst accompanying Bob as his official photographer. It reconfirmed that water certainly can be more precious than gold. This sure was desolate country & caused me to have even more admiration for the early pioneers & prospectors, whose courage & determination were second to none.
At the Norseman Town Hall, we were surprised to see the most beautiful rose garden - a real oasis of colour amidst its arid surroundings. We soon found the local caravan park which, like its counterpart in Kalgoorlie, was also devoid of grass. The other worry was that we seemed to be the only customers - where were all the other caravanners? It seemed rather like a ghost town.
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| Norseman, the famous horse that pawed the ground & exposed gold in the town that was named after him. |
Bob set off to play another two of the holes included in his game of golf. I took advantage of what might be my last opportunity to use a laundry for a while (didn't want to carry dirty clothes around for too long).
By early evening, a few more people had arrived, among them our friends from Washington DC. We joined them for a glass of wine & a chat before settling down for the night.
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