Sunday at Munget

We had grand plans for the day. We were going to build a structure around the outside shower, and this involved alot of bush clearing, wire construction, cement mixing etc but we woke up this morning absolutely bust. I had no energy so returned to the bed after lunch and slept and read and slept and the fan blew its cool breeze over me and the frogs belched out to their friends and the afternoon passed as if in a dream. We wait for rain, we all wait for the rain, the relief, the life and the wet will be a welcome feeling. I walked around the property this morning with pen and paper, drawing a road map so I could find my bearings. Just paths in the bush, cant see where you are can be disorientating, especailly as the likely hood of meeting a snake, being eaten alive from march flies or perishing from thirst are all real possibilities..i have a map now and it all makes sense. The camel Woogai is the key. Lovely night, full moon and it fills the sky and sits pregnant and luminous over the sea. Every where is visual drama.

Arriving in Munget

Our journey to Munget took about four hours. The landscape changed as we drove through red sand and green bush, native fruit trees and a blue blue sky. The it was through sand, white and surrounded by lush mangrove. We stopped in at Beagle Bay Community for a visit there. Met some lovely folk and had a really good chat. We visited a church, brilliant white as a reminiscent of a Greek village on a rugged coast. Quite a startling contrast to the surrounding dwellings that were greenish grey corrugated iron sitting close the ground, silent and closed as all the locals hide during the heat of the day.

The onto Munget and a welcome ending and the beginning of a new chapter. A bush camp for sure.

Journey into the interior

Arrived in Broome Western Australia on the morning of jan 5 2009. Its the start of a new year and a new journey, to a new place, an unseen place yet i have been longing to see this part of the world for a very long time. I stayed in Broome for a couple of days, so I got to have a look around. Lunch was superb at the Mastos Restaurant, coffee was a relief in the cool airconditioned interior of Blooms. I met a few people, and the sun did shine. The sounds of frogs, crickets and cheep of fevered insects. Louise and i went investigating the ruinous debarcle that the gas hub development is precipitating. The construction brings immediate desolation, erosion and environmnetal degredation as the nature of the pindam(the red earth particular to this part of the world) is overlooked or disregarded. And everywhere it is red.
The sea is a brushed turquoise, i haven't felt it yet but it is in occassional view everywhere, it too surrounded by red sand. Late morning Wednesday we piled the car with our belongings and headed north to Munget, 175 kms away.