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Making a living on this spinifex, buffel grass and floodout
country can be tough at the best of times, let alone when it
regularly doesn’t receive the 370mm average, but Ken currently
has a spring in his step. “This year we’ve had one of the best
seasons...not a lot of rain, but it rained over a few months, so
the grass grew, then it grew again and again,” he says. “The global
demand for beef is really good at the moment.”
Sitting 376m above sea level, Tennant Creek is pretty flat,
with the worn-down jump-ups on the horizon around town
looking like a blunted saw blade. A headframe on Battery Hill,
on the town’s eastern horizon, is testament to the golden years
when pretty much everybody was after the lucrative metal.
The battery there was recently renovated, and once again
is pulverising the ironstone, at a thunderous volume of 105
decibels, partly for tourists and partly to once more make some
money from the paydirt.

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HE TOWN ITSELF is surprisingly clean and green, bene-
fiting from thousands of trees planted in the 1980s. A
grid-like pattern of roads spreads out neatly from the
wide main street, the Stuart Highway. There is a smattering
of churches among the mainly single-storey houses, and
on a Sunday morn you’re just as likely to hear the twitters of
birds and the occasional fiery conversation packed with exple-
tives, among the drone of lawnmowers, dogs barking and
the bell-call to worship.
One of the greenest spaces is the garden of Sam Konidaris.
Born and raised in Greece, she moved here in 1969 after mar-
rying Jimmy, a Greek who’d become a successful businessman
in Tennant Creek. Back then the town had little greenery, and
Sam couldn’t speak English, was pregnant and appalled by the
heat of summer. She couldn’t even get relief under the shower,
because the calcium-rich water came out warm. “I always felt
sick,” she says. “Coming here, winter there, summer here – no
air conditioning and all around very dry.”
Virtually a recluse for 30 years, Sam was eventually encouraged
by her children to start a garden when her husband died in 2003.
“When I arrive here, nothing – only a couple of oleanders,” she
says. Gardening for hours each day, Sam has created a tropical
paradise that has won local awards. Butterflies float among the
lady palms, eggflowers, bougainvillea, marigolds, hibiscus, pencil
trees, banana plants, vines and creepers. “Every time I go outside
into the garden I’m very happy,” she says.
Tennant Creek has a diverse bunch of residents – 50 per cent
are Aboriginal and 20 per cent were born overseas, including
Indians, Kenyans, Zimbabweans, Malays and Filipinos. The
small population with Greek ancestry was boosted two years
ago when Nick and Katerina Roditis, formerly of Darwin, set

up their Greek cafe because they thought this would be a good
place to raise children. “It’s been one of the best moves,” Nick
says, between cooking yeros. “The people, the way the commu-
nity has taken to us, I’ve never felt it anywhere that we’ve lived.”
Katerina, her Santorini-blue eyeshadow and jewellery nicely
offsetting sky-blue walls adorned with a Greek flag and pictures
of home, agrees. “It’s like a family,” she says. “Even from the first
day we opened the shop. All the people came to buy, but also
to say, ‘Thank you for opening the shop and for giving us
something new.’”

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HIS SENSE OF INSTANT belonging is echoed by many.
“Those of us who live here absolutely love it,” says Kate
Foran, manager of the Nyinkka Nyunyu Aboriginal Art
and Culture Centre. “You don’t have to be here for three gen-
erations before you are a local...it’s very embracing and very
welcoming to new people. And also very tolerant.”
At the Culture Centre, which opened in 2003, the ancient
art and traditions of the Warumungu and other Aboriginal
people are cherished and revered, and women are employed to
paint for four hours a day. In broad canvases of gold and orange,
red and blue and white, they record inspired works of their
people, the land and its rich larder – bush berries, bananas,
mangoes, bush apples and oranges.
Warumungu woman Heather Anderson pats her tummy
and says she’s hoping for some other tucker

“You don’t have to be here for


three generations before you are


a local...it’s very embracing.”


Painting treasures. Phyllis Walden, originally from Doomadgee in
Queensland’s Gulf of Carpentaria, produces bright artworks at Nyinkka
Nyunyu Art and Culture Centre, which showcases local indigenous art.
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