Sunday, October 30

Green and lizards

I got a postcard of green ... a nice deep green from halfway up the Queensland coast in a well-known rainforest. That's a colour I miss. Though the desert is green at the moment, but not that green, it's usually browned off a bit anyway.

The long-nosed water dragons are everywhere ... they are scooting around anywhere there's water and insects ... everywhere, that is ... they can give you a hell of a fright when their long whispery tails flick past you in the bushes ... bloody lizard.

I discovered a lovely spot by accident the other day ... literally by accident : - Some perenty decided to throw himself in the way of my landcruiser, Emily, the other day ... luckily we swerved and missed him, sending me over a beautiful red cliff-face with a wonderful view of the sunset, which I watched with rapture, and landed in a lovely permanent waterhole ... we swam in the beautifully cooling water until Emily and I had had enough and we dried off on the warm red rocks at the base of the gorgeous gorge ...

................. stupid lizard.

Thursday, October 27


Ha haaaaaa.

There are places you wouldn't believe in the centre of Australia. I won't tell you, you'll just have to come and see for yourself.

except for this ->
You'll find ancient cycads that look a little out of place.

Apparently my computer is now functional too ... which means I can start to sift through musical bits and pieces from the last nine or ten months ... probably longer.

The weather is getting warmer. Topped 40 a couple of days ago. It's been a while since I felt cold. Last week the Todd flowed ... it rained for three days in the right spots and the river-bed became a river ... not one month after the Henley on Todd Regatta. Driving out after the rains the waterholes are all full as a goog. The waterways swell up like goon bags and the smell of wet dirt is everywhere.

Little kids line the causeways in the river and shout out as cars speed up to spray them ... every dog and his man is throwing sticks and fetching them. Sitting in a gigantic tree branch you can laze the day away. Lap it up, in a few days there'll only be sand again. The river flows out into the desert and evaporates, sinks down to the Artesian depths.

Sunday, October 16

Ellery Creek Big Hole

Not far out of town ... there's Namatjira Drive ... probably named after Albert I imagine, though there's a few Namatjiras around ... down that road is the local swim-hole.

Thursday, October 13



rain is so ... wet.

it's p^%&ing down here at the moment and I'm stuck at work.
Usually when it rains here it only happens for about twenty minutes and the whole place has that glorious wet dirt smell ...

now it's been raining for about two hours ... I've never seen it rain for so long in Central Australia before (of course I've only been here for seven or eight months so what do I know).

If it rains for much longer, the river might flow ... I might be stuck on this side of the river ... have to curl up next to one of the patients for the night and stay here at the hospital ... bugger that - I'll have to tie a rope around my waist and tie the other end to the huge bull-bar of my four-wheel gorgeous hunk of white rain-glistened metal across the causeway. I'll have to rip my shirt off and scream like some human that's turning into a wolf

... just like in the movies

... oooooo. that sounds fun.

maybe I should do that

.... or I could just use the bridge further down.

Friday, October 7

Chinese Paper

Chinese paper is gorgeous ... there's a chinese shop on Pitt street not far from Central that everyone seems to walk past and, always, they seem to think - I should go in there one day ... but never set a foot in there ...

one day I did,

I can't remember the last time I went into a shop that I hadn't been in before ... Alice Springs is a large town ... but it's small as well.

I miss the anonymity of the city, so much to drown yourself in that you notice nothing and yet the smallest thing can become so exciting when it reveals itself between the largest of things.

A good friend of mine from Norway wants to know why I haven't written anything about her on this website ... I wouldn't know what to say other than the fact that she has owed me a coffee for a long time ... perhaps I'll end up in Melbourne at some point again to collect what is rightfully mine, then we can caff it up in a city spoiled for choice.