Just out of Darwin, on a highway that threatens to bypass it completely, stands the Bark Hut Inn - a fair dinkum outback pub. With emus and snakes in the backyard, a buffalo head mounted behind the bar, a menu that includes fresh barra and fridges filled with XXXX, it's pure Northern Territory roadhouse. Everything about it cries out to be photographed, but I can't decide whether the grainy black and white does it justice. Perhaps it does. Monochromatic images aside, there is always the fabulous colour in the photo of that amazing gate, that seems at once completely out of place and perfectly apt.
I can't quite describe how truly, authentically Australian this place is. I mean, it's so close to Mick Dundee it threatens to spill into the realm of cliche. But somehow, it doesn't. It's all part of the country, the state, the top end. If you're ever up that way, I highly recommend that you call in for fresh piece of barra, a fourex with the locals and a whole lot of Territory colour.
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