Travelogue.
So despite earlier snooty proclamations about posting on a weekend, I'm giving you a little insight into my current situation and what it may mean for RYWHM over the next week and a half.
I'm currently in Darwin, heading south today in a campervan for some family business. In short: my pinko grandfafther was involved in some very early land rights affairs and there's a 40th anniversary celebration. In long: I AM TO BE TRAPPED IN A TRAVELLING TINCAN HOME WITH MY PARENTS FOR TEN DAYS.
Our rollicking adventure began yesterday when they picked me up at an obscenely early hour in obscenely high spirits. My parents are like Debbie Reynolds and Mickey Rooney on crack. If you ever meet me and wonder why I'm like I am, you need to just hang out with them - long queues in airport are instantly enlivened by show tunes, dance routines, and loud references to my love for puttanesca pasta being wholly attributed to the fact that I must surely be a prostitute.
Over the next ten days we will be sleeping in close quarters, drinking vodka, playing gin rummy and having no doubt in-depth discussions about my lack of direction and mystifying obsession with 'that blogging malarkey'. I will see them naked, listen to them snore and tolerate their array of accents and comedy voices. They will obsess over the price of petrol and keep an 'accounts log' and my mother will inappropriately and affectionately pinch me on the bottom in public and sing gospel tunes and you can bet your fucking life that I am going to love every second of it.
So if I'm unable to find my way to some kind of electronic computer connection from the darklands of the Mataranka Hot Springs or Litchfield National Park, I apologise. Just know that I am in good hands and I will report back as soon as I am allowed out.
454 days til the next election.
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you will be missed. give your mum a pinch on the bottom from us.
What an emotionally scarring thought, Anon.
Your parents sound lovely.
Have fun and don't forget to take salt to Litchfield (for the leeches). The salt boxes are always empty.
x
For what it's worth, I'm not sure you *should* be allowed out ;)
Have fun, and stay safe!
well, there you go girl, have fun. Hope it will do you good, you haven't been very funny recently.
Sounds like a *hoot*.
rock on!
'Haven't been very funny recently'?? You must be confusing me with someone else, treespotter.
Still, can't please everyone etc.
Hehe, it all makes so much more sense now...
here's to family business then, and i hope to see you when you get back, before i attend to mine in far off north queensland...
Have fun, you're in my old country now. Some brief thoughts:
* Litchfield's ok but gets lots of visitors. Swimming there at night is spooky but magical- we used to drive down at midnight from Darwin and (all but) skinny dip in the smaller ponds.
* Unless you're vego- go to the wharf in Darwin and ask for some grilled black jewfish, it's a local secret that this is even better than barra, probably the nicest fish on earth when it's cooked right. See also freshly caught mud crab.
* Though it's touristy, if you climb Ubirr in Kakadu, or 'little' Nourlangie Rock, the beauty and spiritual power of the place will knock you out.
* Croc spotting at night, in a boat with a searchlight, is pretty much the scariest thing you can do that's still safe.
* It sounds like you'll get involved in some indigenous heritage, but for avoidance of doubt the rock art galleries in Kakadu are huge, complex and amazing. There's a tasmanian devil on one at Ubirr, along with paintings of the first white ships.
Enough boring know it all crap from me, have a blast!
Dear Ms Fits; you have taken my virginity with this entry. And to think I should get it for free. I am writing to say have a good trip through the orange and red; if you see John Jarrett tell him no. NO. It's your spine, and you like it as it is. In the meantime, who will I share my new collection of obscene jokes with? The oysters are going down a treat, I cannot thank you enough. Travel well!
x
Parent swap please.
I want yours. Except for their blogging malarkey comments. Even my mum is considering getting a blog now.
Your trip sounds much more fun than mine.
Catch a barra for me, watch out for the mozzies: I still have scars from the Kimberley from 2 years ago.
And all power to the Gurindji mob.
Thanks for the tips, Armaniac. And have a great time, dearie Ms. Fits. You'll be missed, matey. Your blog sucks but read it anyway.
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