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One night in Walwa

18/8/2019

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By Geoff Ellis

NO ENSUITE, shared bathroom. The only wilderness is between the ears of the greenies. There was plenty of time for a silent response to that sticker as the pub owner flicked through the bookings. Another sticker next to the reservation counter asked Where the #@*k is Walwa Pub?

The short answer: at the end of a six-hour trek from Krowera. Drive to Albury, turn right and follow the Murray.

Eventually the owner found our booking, over there on the wrong page. She ticked us off and mumbled that her husband must have warned us that there was no heating in the rooms.

He hadn’t. Yet another sticker on the wall of shame warned We Shoot Ferals so I decided to max out the electric blanket rather than utter a complaint.

“There is an electric blanket, eh?” Of course.

The owner grabbed the keys and ushered us through the private entrance into a sparse hallway lit by a single, unshaded light globe.

We had the run of the accommodation section, apparently, as we were the only strangers in town. Just as well we booked!

Our room. Turn the deadlock key one way and the door handle the other way. Not easily done, even without baggage, thick jackets and two G&Ts. What else is there to do before dinner in Walwa, pop 174, down from 392 five years ago.

Finally, into our room.

The entire town had burned down in 1939. They must have rebuilt it around this bed. There was just enough room to walk around the bed with no fear of trip hazards as there was no radio, no TV, no bar fridge nor a writing desk. The wardrobe had no door.

There was a chair. And a small hand basin beside the bench where a power board was glued to the wall.

Once the front bar shut down so did the lights in the bathroom, though the dull yellow glow of the hall light kept us safe through the cold night.

In the morning the exhaust fan roared above us as we showered. The water was hot, the pressure was low and two continental breakfasts later we were scuffling our bags through the spring loaded back door, the spring loaded veranda gate and the spring loaded side gate.

We loaded the car as a four wheel drive, with a boat on a trailer in tow, reversed across the footpath. The driver aimed for a freshly painted old garage.

The sign on the garage proclaimed Walwa Community Garage, a CNC social enterprise.
The boat on the trailer was a modern rendition of the speed boats that Cary Grant might have owned during the golden years of Hollywood.

Once the boat was parked I wandered in to find out what a CNC was and how a community garage operates. 

CNC is the Corryong Neighbourhood Centre. A few years ago it bought a bakery to turn it into the Upper Murray’s first social enterprise. The plan was to increase the opportunities for employment training and fund the operational costs of the CNC
 
In its first year the bakery had an 11 per cent increase in sales and a 28 per cent increase in the second. This added over $83,000 to CNC income in those first two years.
 
Capitalising on that success, CNC purchased a garage in Walwa and obtained funding for trainee mechanics as well as a much-needed renovation. 

As there aren’t enough cars in the area to keep the trainees busy, the garage builds wooden framed boats to keep the trainees in work while acquiring another set of skills.
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Not every new business is a success. Next to the pub is an art gallery festooned with scrawled pages that advise that Walwa isn’t a place to move to or even invest in.

An accusatory litany of incidents alleges council corruption and collusion with the gallery’s neighbour. The sign says it all. Over coffee at the café next to the garage, a local explained that the vendetta had been going on for over a decade.

Before we got back in our car, we did a final lap of the town and found interpretive signs that summarise the history of Walwa.

One panel explained that there had been no permanent Aboriginal presence in the area before the first squatter arrived, as the area was too cold. A convenient untruth.
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We contemplated how easy it is to rewrite history as we followed the once mighty Murray. 
Now, about that climate emergency?

5 Comments
Josephine Kent
18/8/2019 11:33:49 am

Fascinating read Geoff, thanks.

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James
18/8/2019 01:11:02 pm

Great read. I understand why they don't provide heating. At my AirBnB over winter my heating bills are running at $300+/month for a small 2 bedrm apartment. Seems once people aren't paying directly for energy they just turn the heater up full to 26C for 24 hours a day and walk around in their summer pjs. One lady managed to use 75KWhrs in 3 days! So I can see why they spring that little "surprise" on their guests. Bet that electric blanket gets a workout though. Could be a good idea next winter!

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Peter Ghys
18/8/2019 02:38:34 pm

We stayed at the camping ground at Walwa in May; it’s a beautiful place, but even then appallingly cold! We dined in the pub one night; from the article I’m very glad we didn’t stay there!

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Felicia Di Stefano
18/8/2019 06:43:43 pm

On our trip one of the places we slept in was a tent, not comfortable but at least it was in north of Cairns. Sadly the more comforts we have the more detrimental to our earth. Re rewriting history; on the same trip several guides told us that Aboriginal people were nomadic hunter gatherers. I did strongly recommend they read Bruce Paco's 'Dark Emu'.

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Geoff Ellis
20/8/2019 11:50:43 pm

Felicia, I could not agree more with that recommendation.

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