Friday, April 09, 2004
Greetings from Kununurra.
Greetings from my mum's study.
And hello Mum, who I've told about this blog and am now duty bound to not be rude or horrid about anyone or anything.
After a few glorious but fairly sedate days in Perth with visits from lovely friends, visits to friends, visits with the family, going out for dinner, a trip to the cinema (The Cat in the Hat), oh and a trip to Kings Park (a lovely park/bushland overlooking the big shiny city I call, well everyone calls, Perth), I'm now in the wilds of the far north east of Western Australia. In fact about as far as you can get without being in Western Australia.
Had a much less eventful flight up here. 3 hours to Broome (Bloody Stuck on You again on the inflight entertainment*) then 1.5hrs on a PROPELLER plane to Kununurra. Fairly spectacular scenery along the way too I might add.
Arrived at 3.15, Mum & Glenn waiting for me. Feeling very happy to see them, we bundle ourselves into the 4WD and head back to theirs. A brief stop to pick up nibbles & wine and it's off to the waterfalls/springs that dot around Kununurra for a swim and drink. Veto Valentine Springs because there are people there and end up at Twin Falls. It's not a raging torrent of a fall but there is enough water to keep us cool and paddle in. Which is what we do for the next hour or so. It's about as far as you can get from London, from Perth even. Rather lovely.
Even the dog doesn't bother me. In fact, I texted Nicky to tell her I'm voluntarily playing with it (the dog you saddos), which says alot about my state of mind/the heat factor/or maybe I do really like dogs.... delete as applicable.
We've got a busy few days planned, well week actually, so sporadic updates are in order.
Tomorrow we're going to El Questro then on Sunday to Emma Gorge. Neither of which I've been to and both I'm very much looking forward to.
It's hot but it isn't anywhere near as unbearable as it is usually in January and for that I am very grateful. It's around the mid 30's I think, but not as humid as it usually is. *only sweats in small bucket loads, not wheelbarrow loads*
It's really hard to reconcile where I am now with where I was a week ago. It's so different it just beggars belief. I was showing Mum & Glenn streetmap.co.uk of where I live and how it fits into central London and they were agog with the sheer size of the place and the number of streets; then we looked at Kununurra. Obviously very different.
The colours of the landscape change during the day, the rocks range from bright orange to dull browns, the green is lush and you just know in amongst it all are all manner of critters. Driving along you see people fishing in rivers; and from the planes you can see remote homesteads, hundreds of kilometres from anywhere. It's truly one of the remotest places. Well apart from the interior of Australia. So I'll tell you all about that when we head to the Bungle Bungles later in the week. I'm so terribly grateful to be given the opportunity to visit and see the lifestyle, flora & fauna on offer. It's not something I would actively seek out I must admit but I love being here - granted for lovely civilised week/two week breaks.
Right it's late, I'm tired and whilst the radio has been playing cracking tunes all night (Tainted Love, Greased Lightning, Respectable, Some Girls - just to name a few), it's time to go to bed.
Night my lovelies and Happy Easter/Happy (insert significant holiday) to all.
*entertainment in the sense that others would like it.
Greetings from my mum's study.
And hello Mum, who I've told about this blog and am now duty bound to not be rude or horrid about anyone or anything.
After a few glorious but fairly sedate days in Perth with visits from lovely friends, visits to friends, visits with the family, going out for dinner, a trip to the cinema (The Cat in the Hat), oh and a trip to Kings Park (a lovely park/bushland overlooking the big shiny city I call, well everyone calls, Perth), I'm now in the wilds of the far north east of Western Australia. In fact about as far as you can get without being in Western Australia.
Had a much less eventful flight up here. 3 hours to Broome (Bloody Stuck on You again on the inflight entertainment*) then 1.5hrs on a PROPELLER plane to Kununurra. Fairly spectacular scenery along the way too I might add.
Arrived at 3.15, Mum & Glenn waiting for me. Feeling very happy to see them, we bundle ourselves into the 4WD and head back to theirs. A brief stop to pick up nibbles & wine and it's off to the waterfalls/springs that dot around Kununurra for a swim and drink. Veto Valentine Springs because there are people there and end up at Twin Falls. It's not a raging torrent of a fall but there is enough water to keep us cool and paddle in. Which is what we do for the next hour or so. It's about as far as you can get from London, from Perth even. Rather lovely.
Even the dog doesn't bother me. In fact, I texted Nicky to tell her I'm voluntarily playing with it (the dog you saddos), which says alot about my state of mind/the heat factor/or maybe I do really like dogs.... delete as applicable.
We've got a busy few days planned, well week actually, so sporadic updates are in order.
Tomorrow we're going to El Questro then on Sunday to Emma Gorge. Neither of which I've been to and both I'm very much looking forward to.
It's hot but it isn't anywhere near as unbearable as it is usually in January and for that I am very grateful. It's around the mid 30's I think, but not as humid as it usually is. *only sweats in small bucket loads, not wheelbarrow loads*
It's really hard to reconcile where I am now with where I was a week ago. It's so different it just beggars belief. I was showing Mum & Glenn streetmap.co.uk of where I live and how it fits into central London and they were agog with the sheer size of the place and the number of streets; then we looked at Kununurra. Obviously very different.
The colours of the landscape change during the day, the rocks range from bright orange to dull browns, the green is lush and you just know in amongst it all are all manner of critters. Driving along you see people fishing in rivers; and from the planes you can see remote homesteads, hundreds of kilometres from anywhere. It's truly one of the remotest places. Well apart from the interior of Australia. So I'll tell you all about that when we head to the Bungle Bungles later in the week. I'm so terribly grateful to be given the opportunity to visit and see the lifestyle, flora & fauna on offer. It's not something I would actively seek out I must admit but I love being here - granted for lovely civilised week/two week breaks.
Right it's late, I'm tired and whilst the radio has been playing cracking tunes all night (Tainted Love, Greased Lightning, Respectable, Some Girls - just to name a few), it's time to go to bed.
Night my lovelies and Happy Easter/Happy (insert significant holiday) to all.
*entertainment in the sense that others would like it.
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