There are no gutters outlining the houses in Karratha, WA. It’s the wet season but I haven’t even sniffed a whiff of rain yet. Apparently one in four wet seasons up here is a fizzer – the rain just never turns up.
There is a strong whiff, however, of chlorine in the town water. In the shower it’s a haze around me. I’ve been turning the “cold” tap on, and having quite a pleasant warm shower. In the kitchen it’s impossible to get a cool drink from the sink, or to chill cooked broccoli or prawns under the tap. I’ve been wondering what happens if I burn myself – I certainly won’t be running it under warm water for 20 minutes.
I’ve got a sourdough starter going again. Flour varieties are fairly limited: so far I’ve found 1kg bags of ‘wholemeal’ in Coles. In the heat it took just three days to have a bubbling container of wild yeast. When I add water though, I have to leave it to breathe on the bench to get rid of the chlorine – otherwise it’ll kill the happy bugs.
After two weeks, visiting the supermarket is becoming less traumatic. I’m making an effort to buy fruit and vegetables (just because I don’t want to get scurvy), but I’m supplementing them with basil and spinach from the community garden. The instant coffee range is a sight to behold. There’d be a good two metres frontage of milky, sugary, just-add-water packets. It reminds me of the Indonesian sachets the Dili locals drink – despite being in a coffee-producing country.
The heat last week was pretty tough – a few days all sitting above 40. On a work day it’s fine – I can go from air-conditioned car to office, back to car, and into house. I’ve been trying to sleep without air-con (mixed success) and attempting to acclimatise by spending as long as I can on the verandah in the mornings and evenings. That’s where I’m dripping now.
I’ve been staying at the ABC house with colleagues while I find a rental. It’s a five-bedroom monstrosity that fills the whole block, except for a strip of couch grass at the front that’s watered before dawn by sneaky reticulation. Eighty per cent of houses in Karratha have reticulation, a real estate agent told me. The house is tin with black aluminium windows, a black steel verandah, and even black metal verandah shutters. I can feel the heat pulsing through the whole suburb.
I’ve found a rental, and I’m moving in this Friday. It’s also bigger than what I need, but it’s got a nice garden and shade. There are natives out the front, and room for a veggie patch out the back. There’s gas cooking and a bath. I negotiated a little on the price, and it was accepted first go – I’m now wondering how much lower I could have gone! There are about 400 empty houses in the town, because of the downturn in metal prices and the insistence of the mining companies to keep their workers in camps on the town’s outskirts.
There’s no kerb-side recycling. It’s very strange seeing a rubbish bin with bottles and tins mixed in with food scraps and plastic. I’ve been saving toilet rolls and mini UHT cartons for raising seeds. I started a compost collection in the ABC house within 24 hours of arriving. I’ve been taking the bag down to the community garden compost bins on a Saturday. It’s making me feel much better. Although, I think the housemates might have been sick of the prawn heads that had been brewing since Wednesday.
I’ve filled my recyclables with potting mix and put in the seeds of zucchini, cucumber, pumpkin, watermelon (!), and chilli. After two days the cucumbers had germinated. I’ll have to order in some seeds from ‘over east’ to get the full garden variety. Not much growing goes on up here over summer, it’s just too darn hot.
I was on air for the first time today, and the old nerves rose in the form of sleepless nights and nightmares over the weekend. But despite that, and the heat, I’m taking so much pleasure in establishing a routine. My bike’s serviced and oiled, I’ve been doing a few laps at the pool (emphasis on just a few…), and this week I start boxing fitness classes – watch out!