Wednesday 11th October,2006
Another 800kms today and we have made Ceduna.
I was up at 6.45am,ready to go because I was so icky-fied by that motel.
This woman wearing overly co-ordinated Desert Design outfit walked into a small roadhouse while I was waiting for my coffee and asked whether it was at all possible that they had anything like a non-dairy,soy latte DE CAFF.
The roadhouse keeper blinked blankly and I interjected with a 'Yes, it's called water'
Despite seeing signs telling us to watch out for Koala bears,we haven’t seen ONE!
Iam quite disappointed and can only assume that the Federal Project to staple koala’s to trees to stop them from falling out is working.
Tomorrow we head into the great vacuum of time and distance and begin part of the journey across the Nullabor.
Although I have maintained my journal, Iam yet to upload any of it since Gosford.
We have been moving through too fast and if there is one regret,it’s that I wasn’t equipped to be able to log onto my broadband.
It’s been an amazing time.Such an adventure! But,Iam looking forward to getting home.
I miss my pets and my routines.
People have often stated that Australia doesn’t have much of a history,because at only just over 200 years old,it’s still a very young country,that may be trues of whitemans history,but it's such a narrow and simplistic view.
How many centuries did it take that ancient sculptress the sea to chip away at the limestone and create the magnificent coastline?
How long ago did the plates collide and from this trauma cause the earth to spurt forth the firey hot liquid from its deepest depths which then formed the hills of the nullabor,which itself was once an ocean bed?
I looked out at what remains of virgin forrest and I wondered if the traditional owners of this country,who can read the land better than anyone can manage a copy of the Melway street directory, once looked out at the same view.
The whispers of their cultural legacy still reverberate with the cave drawings that still remain and the town names that have been derived from Aboriginal words.
Some of this rich history is rooted in the brutality of convict and pioneer settlement,the quest for wealth through the goldrush and the blood spilt on a small piece of land in Ballarat as we grappled to hold onto the first shards of democracy.
And on a final note, “ He’s going to come to some mystery” is NOT the flippin' same as “ He’s going to come to some mischief” no matter how many times you hit me on the head with an empty orange juice container.
Next stop-Ceduna
Song of the day- Don't change- INXS
I was up at 6.45am,ready to go because I was so icky-fied by that motel.
This woman wearing overly co-ordinated Desert Design outfit walked into a small roadhouse while I was waiting for my coffee and asked whether it was at all possible that they had anything like a non-dairy,soy latte DE CAFF.
The roadhouse keeper blinked blankly and I interjected with a 'Yes, it's called water'
Despite seeing signs telling us to watch out for Koala bears,we haven’t seen ONE!
Iam quite disappointed and can only assume that the Federal Project to staple koala’s to trees to stop them from falling out is working.
Tomorrow we head into the great vacuum of time and distance and begin part of the journey across the Nullabor.
Although I have maintained my journal, Iam yet to upload any of it since Gosford.
We have been moving through too fast and if there is one regret,it’s that I wasn’t equipped to be able to log onto my broadband.
It’s been an amazing time.Such an adventure! But,Iam looking forward to getting home.
I miss my pets and my routines.
People have often stated that Australia doesn’t have much of a history,because at only just over 200 years old,it’s still a very young country,that may be trues of whitemans history,but it's such a narrow and simplistic view.
How many centuries did it take that ancient sculptress the sea to chip away at the limestone and create the magnificent coastline?
How long ago did the plates collide and from this trauma cause the earth to spurt forth the firey hot liquid from its deepest depths which then formed the hills of the nullabor,which itself was once an ocean bed?
I looked out at what remains of virgin forrest and I wondered if the traditional owners of this country,who can read the land better than anyone can manage a copy of the Melway street directory, once looked out at the same view.
The whispers of their cultural legacy still reverberate with the cave drawings that still remain and the town names that have been derived from Aboriginal words.
Some of this rich history is rooted in the brutality of convict and pioneer settlement,the quest for wealth through the goldrush and the blood spilt on a small piece of land in Ballarat as we grappled to hold onto the first shards of democracy.
And on a final note, “ He’s going to come to some mystery” is NOT the flippin' same as “ He’s going to come to some mischief” no matter how many times you hit me on the head with an empty orange juice container.
Next stop-Ceduna
Song of the day- Don't change- INXS
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