In depth recounting of my global wandering
Periodically through this journal I’ve voiced a complaint that many of our RS days were overfilled (or at least I’ve complained in my mind) and, although our day in Alice Springs (Mparntwe in the local Arrernte Language {pronounced M’bun-twa and …
I ended the previous post leaving you, the reader, waiting for something astonishing. It was this: Shortly after supper but before the train had chugged its way back to Darwin (Yes, I know, trains don’t actually chug anymore but chugging …
We were up and at ’em Wednesday morning – in the lobby by 07:00, on the bus at 07:10, and at the Darwin Convention Centre for check-in and a light breakfast prior to boarding The Ghan for our scheduled trip …
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 …