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Driving
into town from Mount Isa, Cloncurry begins when you pass the first pub and the
lawn bowls club.
Cloncurry's
pubs are very important to the social (and cultural even!) life out here. There are 4 main drinking holes in town. The most popular is the Leichardt (Named for
the 19th Century explorer Ludwig Leichardt). One of the
big draws of the Liechardt is it’s restaurant – they serve quite an adequate
steak (we’re in steak country after all, although the Wagon Wheel has the BEST steak in town). But the pubs aren't really about the
food. Next door to the restaurant, the
Leichhardt has a pub, that turns into at disco after 10 pm. The place really
fills up after midnight with a hundred sexually active young men and
women. The dance floor is packed and the
crush at the bar is three people deep. (Which is very deep for a little town!)
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| The Cloncurry Lawn Bowls Club |
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| The Leichardt Hotel |
Alcohol isn’t cheap out here – it costs to have it shipped in - but the booze flows all night long. What else is there to do for sexed-up young people in a little town in the middle of the bush one hundred and thirty kilometers from Isa and a thousand kilometers from the coast? There’s a lawn-bowls club, but that is for the over-60 crowd. There is a cinema. It’s open-air, where you bring your own chairs, but it’s been closed for a few years now.
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| The Cloncurry Cinema |
And the young people have money to burn. So they drink. And they shag. And they come to see me the morning after. The ladies dress up in their smallest, slinkiest dresses (not high heels though – this is the Australia's Red Center! High heels'd get too darned dusty.) and the gents refuse to put in any effort: they wander into the pub wearing shorts and thongs (note to North American readers - thongs are what you would call flip-flops. You wear 'em on your feet) - a costume that's the perfect recipe for being denied admission to any pub in Brisbane.
One night I was
sitting at a bar, nursing a drink and chatting with work colleagues, when a
rather unsteady gentleman moseyed up next to me to order a Bundy and Coke
(that’s Bundaberg Rum and coca cola for the uninitiated). He seemed inordinately pleased with his
wallet, holding it out and catching my eye like he was begging me to comment.
“Nice wallet,” I
obliged.
“Yeah,” he
slurred. “It’s like green and sh**t.”
And there ended his
chances for further conversation.
The incidence of
sexually transmitted infections out here really is spectacular. Currently, the Mt Isa medical is fielding a
Syphilis epidemic. In Australia - in
2012! At our clinic it is standard
practice to offer an STI screen along with every Pap smear (regardless of the
age of the woman). And we offer a full
STI screen at every doctors visit for every patient – of any age and
gender. Our standard tests are Chlamydia
and Gonorrhea swabs, and we always encourage HIV, Hepatitis C and a Syphilis
serology along with them. This we do
even for backpackers from overseas, who are passing through and who don’t have
medicare (editor's Note: Medicare is Australia's national health care system.) and
have to pay the full costs of the tests.
If you’re interested, it costs $488 dollars to be screened for those
five infections. Only three of them are
easily treated. So play sensible, okay?
And then there are
the backpackers. Cloncurry is a major
destination on the working-holiday track.
Kids come through all the time, and most of them pick up work in the
pubs, where the fun is.
And this is my
medical conversation, about a week after every single one of them arrives:
"Hi Doctor. I've come to
inquire about what sort of birth control you offer here in Cloncurry."
"Well, we've
got condoms. And the pill. And the IUD. Condoms are good."
"Ah - I think
that the pill sounds exactly like the sort of thing I'm wanting."
"You work in a
pub, right?"
"I do."
"You party a
lot?"
"Indeed I
do."
"We'll start
with the condoms, then."
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