Some things are done differently out here compared to the big cities. A mine employee, on the brink of retirement, was tragically killed on his way to work at 5:30am on Tuesday morning. A car went into his motorbike. My friend popped around yesterday for a visit and told me she would have to leave shortly as she had to get home to look after the children as her husband was one of the pallbearers. I was confused. The man had only died the day before.
'Is it the funeral already???' I asked.
'People don't get buried here ... well, not unless you're an Aboriginal,' she replied. That answer confused me even more.
Being a small, remote town with work being the main reason for coming here, it has limited facilities. People, generally speaking, are neither born nor buried here. It is rumoured that there are only two old age pensioners in town.
A funeral procession took the deceased mine employee to the airport, his co-workers carried his coffin to the plane destined for Perth for the autopsy and burial.
A little later that afternoon, we decided to have a look at the dry riverbeds (mentioned in a previous blog) to see how they had been affected by the recent heavy rainfall in the Pilbara. The rivers are now flowing strongly: very wide and very red, an amazing sight. On the way back we encountered the funeral procession arriving at the airport. Very different, very sad.