The natives could come storming at any moment and, actually, they did - for their first serving of junk food that day. I tried to say hello to two young men. They ignored me. It was bad vibrations compared to the friendly feeling of Warakurna. One never knows in the bush.
Some places are friendly.
Some are not. You can tell by the look of the fences and barbed wire. We had coffees and used the toilet. I could not wait to get out of the place. We left Fort Apache and drove out forty kilometres out on the Great Central Road.