In depth recounting of my global wandering
There’s always a moment whenever I go to any museum that I reach a saturation point. This is the time when I’m simply looking at whatever is displayed but not thinking about it. Some have a longer intake allowance than …
I acknowledge that I am on the land of the Larrakia People. I acknowledge their custodianship. The Dreaming is still living. From the past, in the present, into the future. Forever. I would also like to pay respect to the …
(You got to get back to the land.) It’s a new morning in Kakadu and we have one final activity (or as RS calls it a “Field trip class”) in the park before we board our bus for the three-hour …
If you’re wondering why I’m starting this post with a picture of the swimming pool outside my room at the Mercure Kakadu Crocodile Hotel. The answer is that it’s the closest picture among the thousands I took that relates to …
The seasons are different in Australia. I can almost hear all my northern hemisphere friends thinking something along the lines of, “Well, duh! Of course the seasons are different. Everyone knows that when it’s summer in the north it’s winter …