It's oh-so-quiet....

.... in Darwin this week. With four others, we make up the skeleton staff at the station in the days leading up to Christmas. We're embracing late starts, long laksa lunch breaks and early knock-offs to walk on the beach.

The streets seem quite deserted also. Most people I know have gone south for the festive season. The usually packed car park is half empty and once-humming cafes are closed.

Neighbours in my apartment building have left also.

A guy at work who has been here for 30 years reckons there used to be a time when 50% of the population left at this time of the year. He describes walking down the main street and not seeing a soul (I imagine tumbleweed blowing by).

The plan is for an orphan's Christmas this year. For lowly orphans, we have lots of options. We'll join some friends on the foreshore for oysters and champagne in the morning, then head home and open presents, listen to music and play cards, maybe have a nap, then at around 3pm visit a friend who has invited us poor things into her home to eat ham, mango and prawns and lie in the pool for a few hours. Then off to another bash for Christmas dinner with a motley crew of random individuals. I'm bringing rice paper rolls and red wine.

My family has sent a care package of goodies to keep me warm over the season. There are presents and cards, plus grandma has continued the divine tradition of making my favourite Christmas treat, home-made rum balls which I will gobble up over the next few days. I can't wait.

the divine island

I returned this morning from an idyllic week in the gorgeous Bali. The plan was to rest, read, sleep, eat and recuperate. Our days were spent waking at 8.30am, doing a yoga class, eating a languid breakfast, drinking tea and freshly squeezed juices, and maybe a snooze or a massage. It was utter bliss.

I made firm friends with the resident pups who made our porch their sunbaking spot. The people working at the village were super sweet and friendly with big open faces and constant, genuine smiles.

We ate fish, fruit and freshly-grown organic vegies from the gardens surrounding our huts. We basked in baths with floating flora, and swam in clear salt water. We had Big Sleeps and watched movies in bed.

I won't forget this place or the people in a hurry.

Top Five Things to do on my holiday

Re-reading High Fidelity has reminded me of this fun game of making Top Fives.

1. Read
I will begin my travels well-equipped with reading material, namely three brand new books (well, not technically brand new; one has been well-loved and lent by a friend; and the other two are from book exchanges). Previously unconsumed by my eagle eyes, for sure. Three books in three weeks - sounds good to me.
2. Sleep - nuff said. I want lots of it. Unencumbered by musings and panicky awakenings a la competitions, events, radio and the half marathon.
3. Write
My Spanish memoirs won't write themselves. "Bars for the Loner in Barcelona" - catchy title, yes, just need to flesh out the other bits. That requires time and a beachside location.
4. Play with key people , familia and godsons
J and I will spend a lot of quality time lolling in the ocean/pool/ Tolkien-esque hut which is our glorious accommodation in Bali for an entire 7 days! Then she'll head off to Paris (que sorpresa!) and I to The River City to re-connect with The Two Godsons; I am sure they have been missing my life guidance and tutelage in my long absence. Oh there is so much to teach those boys; we'll have to resume our reading aloud from Spanish For Beginners, and maybe Will is big enough to get out the cricket set I bought him on his birth?
5. Swim in the ocean
Oh how I have missed this fun activity during my tenure in The Top End. It's truly torturous walking along a sunny foreshore in 35 degree heat, gazing at water the hue of Bombay Sapphire and not being able to hurl yourself into the crystal depths for fear of attack by estuarine reptile, stinging sea life or tropical bacteria... Nothing five days on the Sunshine Coast won't remedy.

life, tennis, dogs

Oh I do want to live beside the sea.

In a big, old house with a garden and a dog or two. I would be kept very busy with writing, yoga, family, friends, gardening, walking the dogs. Maybe I could open a book shop with an old espresso machine to make people coffee as they pore over the dog-eared pages.

Just finished reading The Great Gatsby; devoured in an entire weekend. The protagonists whose lives Scott Fitzgerald chronicles seem so glamourous and exciting. The bejewelled upperclass, and all their demons and eccentricities. Summer nights spent lazing in glowing garden parties, drinking mint juleps (they sound divine, even though I don’t know what exactly they are), taking drives as collectives to ‘town’ aka New York, and sitting around while listening to someone play the piano. I ran along a street yesterday and saw a house, set back off the road, with a tennis court out the front and two white-clad couples sitting at a table nearby drinking lemonade, assumedly after a few balmy sets. *Note appendum to my seaside abode dream: tennis court. No matter how old and run-down, it’ll add to the romance of it all.

Note Kent Nerburn in Road Angels: “I've watched the light go out of too many of my friends' eyes as their lives turned from a crazy garden of weeds and wildflowers to a well-manicured lawn. I'm not ready for that yet. I need 'bears behind trees' – surprises in life that are bigger than a plugged sewer line or an unexpected finance charge on my credit card ... If I don't have them, my life becomes just a long-term maintenance project.”

Leaving work with Fi

After gently coercing her to leave work on time, we broke the speed limit along Bagot Road, headed for Casuarina. Parking near Rapid Creek bridge, we walked towards the beach with a collective exhale. The sun was starting its daily descent, becoming more and more luminescent as it performs its nightly glowing show for all who are watching-the-west.

Fresh sea air, no shoes, sand between our toes, basking in the warmth of the sunset; my once-furrowed brow seems calm and my mind slowly clears. Smiling walkers with animated dogs off leashes. Fishos with their shorts rolled up wallowing in the shallows.

We made plans and strategems for the future. We solved problems. We resolved to leave work on time more often.

This is why I am here

Lots has happened since i left the shire - have just returned from spending five days in Alice Springs for their rural show. We had the ABC Trailer come up with the Bananas in Pyjamas and my role comprised helping promote local radio to the Alice Springs community, marshall children and help wrangle Bananas, who are ABSOLUTE superstars. They were surrounded by enchanted children everywhere they went, bringing handpicked flowers and presents for B1 and B2. It was quite an eye-opener.
Alice Springs is so beautiful and it was super cold in the desert - it was kind of surreal at the show, this carnival in the desert with the Macdonnell Ranges in the background. Spent Sunday working then flew back to The
Top End that night. Took yesterday off work and went for a road trip to
Oenpelli, a community in Arnhem Land. It was so beautiful - we had to perambulate through Cahills' Crossing at the East Alligator River (full of crocs) which was relatively easy in the Rav 4. As soon as you cross the river, it becomes so lush, dirt roads, a friend likened it to driving into Jurassic Park - a huge escarpment cuts through miles of wetlands and billabongs.
We stopped for lunch and climbed the escarpment to sit on a rock, munching on homemade pizzas overlooking a billabong covered in the biggest lilypads i've ever seen and amazing birdlife everywhere you look - then...... a croc slowly arose from the water and scoped us out - i had concerns that it might scramble over the ground, climb the rocks and eat me, but all was fine, then it slowly descended into the billabong, never to be seen again. so cool to see one properly in the wild.
Issues only arose briefly on our return crossing of the river where the water had risen significantly since our entrance and the Rav 4 struggled but we pressed on. We made it out alive, faces flushed with excitement at the close-call of near-death, injury or bogged vehicle, only to trundle home again happy with the day's adventures. LOVE this place.

Back in Bris for my birthday.

31.
Its been lovely. A time of walks and wisdom with nephew Will and Mum. A time to recuperate a little from the madness of work. Runs, reading, the ladeez and green tea. I feel refreshed.
After the toxing-up of the Friday night before flying back, I needed rejuvenation. A few of us trundled off to a party in the city – a friend of flatmates'. It was themed Heroes and Villains – I wore a rapier and a bandit’s mask – a la Zorro. Isk drove us, picking up Dave A on the way.
My mission was to get slightly pickled, to allay the pain of the hideously timed flight. Said flight ended up being late by 45 mins so I hung out with Compton at the suitably-stuffed airport, drinking coronas and smoking rollies, as passengers lolled in the walkways.
Slowly perambulating through the arrivals gate, I wondered if I would ever get used to these red-eye flights which the Territory is so fond of....

the lay of the land

Spent a lovely Sunday in the territory gazing at sacred sites and natural wonders – glorious. Drove to Kakadu for the day along the Arnhem Highway – took about 3.5 hrs each way through contrasting terrain – wetlands suddenly turn into bushland suddenly turn into long grass and pandanus trees. Visited a place called Ubirr in Kakadu – a series of beautiful rock formations and a sacred site for aboriginal people. Saw some aboriginal rock art and amazing views – it is a beautiful place. we hung out by a crocodile-infested river, cautiously eating rice paper rolls, and jumping at every rustle heard in the bushes. We watched as some dudes got their car stuck in the river, so people were wading out to help them… surrounded by ACHTUNG signage warning of the many crocs in the river… crazy. We spent a tense twenty kms heading back to Jabiru, as my petrol gauge was flashing madly at me, warning of imminent emptiness, but we made it just in time. As if by some karmic coincidence, we came across some dudes whose car had ran out of petrol while heading home, and so we gave them a lift to the petrol station ten mins away. They were aboriginal, carrying a lone piece of bark on which they had painted a picture, telling us they had the intention of selling it for money for petrol.
We then headed back to hometown of Darwin, and went straight to the magical Mindil beach markets, met some mates and ate Sri Lankan food on the beach. Such an amazing day…

a blessed occasion

Mystic told me that late Jan 08 would herald 'seismic developments'. And here they come.

Today marks the final day of work in The River City, but the first day in the life of this lil creature which I have just spawned. The Big Move is also pending, and promising to bring new adventures and fun times.

Proud as punch, I am.