Saturday August 25th
At times it seems I am in one of the lands
at the top of the Faraway Tree. Things are not quite as they seem or not quite
as I expect them to be. It is now easy to accept that what has been planned may
or may not eventuate, so I was not disappointed when our fishing/turtle trip
did not proceed. In fact, I still have
trouble with the thought of catching a turtle to eat. Instead I went into a
rare cleaning frenzy and enjoyed the fact that anything I washed… large mat, our
concrete floor, 2 loads of washing and windows, dried within minutes, as the
day started to warm to a 33oC temperature.
I had just finished when one of the
teachers arrived in his 4W drive and asked if we would like to go looking for
wild pigs. Off we went along a ‘short cut to the highway’, a rough little track
with several gates and half a dozen water crossings. He said we could cover 12kms
in half an hour! Sometimes we needed to slow and make our way between herds of
cattle, as we drove through striking scenery where white barked eucalyptus rise
from the long grasses and pandanus trees line the watercourses. These are
protected trees due to the many uses the indigenous people have for them; their
leaves are excellent for weaving. We passed signs indicating Sacred Ceremony
Sites and warning of a $20,000 fine if one is found trespassing beyond that
point. It is important that these areas are respected and the owners of this
land can feel secure in knowing that their ancient ceremonial meeting places
remain undisturbed.
We stopped to look for pigs and found
plenty of evidence but did not see one. Instead we cooled off in a picturesque section
of the Robinson River. Wading in the clear water I asked if I should be worried
about crocs. No, only ‘freshies’( the freshwater variety ) here, nothing to
worry about. What magnificent country
this is. Surrounded by rocky ridges the plateau is abundant with trees and
undergrowth. The vivid reds, greens and browns shine against the deepest blue
sky I have ever seen.
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