Its not all 'hard croc cafe' t-shirts you know
Trip Start
Feb 14, 2007
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Darwin,
Australia
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Well we have made the half way mark and finally found a perfect climate. This is slightly marred by the amount of hungry blood sucking insects all out to get a nibble. Despite being wiped out by the Japenese in WW2 and cyclone tracey doing some hardcore damage in the 70's, Darwin is a suprisingly attractive place. No sign of any red neck hill billy's anywhere. Maybe they'd all moved south to Tennant Creek. One of the 'must do' things you 'must do' in Darwin is visit the Mindil beach sunset markets. People pitch up with their tables, chairs, wine coolers, pop to one of the many food stalls and enjoy a feed with a cheeky glass of vino watching the sun go down with the sand between their toes. The street performers were excellent, the vast array of international food choices included the roadkill café 'you kill it we grill it', and the live music was super
baaam its almost a darwin swan
. A particular favourite were the 'organic' didgeridoo dance band. They infused drum and bass with very funky didge playing. These guys were truly awesome. The drummer was superb and the didge guy had a four-set he tootled down whilst managing to look very sexy (not something that comes easy when you have smeared your lips with so much vaseline it looks like you've just had a KFC bucket and you're inflating your cheeks like an asthmatic puffer fish). These guys also received admiration from a group (or possibly a family) of black IP's. No sign of Fergie but they were definitely black indidgenous people. The women were shaking their booties and anything else that wobbled. The men were getting enthusiastically tribal and even grandma had a go a dry humping a palm tree...or was she using it to keep herself upright? Either way they were all very trashed, very passionate about dancing all over the stage (despite repeated warnings from security) and in the excitement of it all one of them weed on my foot. My money was on it being grandma who was keen to display her humps, her humps, her um saggy lady lumps.check it out. We just didn't know what to watch, the whole thing was a rare feast for the eye. If you can check out eMDee on www.rawdidge.com.The following weeks were spent creating a whole new social group at the campsite. As people were staying longer than usual (including us) a group of familiar faces soon became our new 'family'
ben and mary
. We would have bbq's together, play frisbee on the beach, boules on the lawn, dvd nights with Ben's lap top, ball games in the pool and numerous wild nights out reaching for lasers and drinking copious amounts of booze.hurrah it felt so good to finally be a part of something so sharing and fun. Ben from Bavaria (I think) found it hilarious that Chris wanted to see 'The Good German' movie. "Ohh nein I dont zink zis iz possible zere are no good germans, ze movies would just be a blank screen ja!"One of our favourite 'family' members was Mary. A tiny swiss girl who had only learnt english upon arriving in australia. She had a heart of gold, a passion for partying, an amazing capacity for beer drinking, and the funniest stories enhanced by her 'no vorries' accent. Whilst learning aussie dialect she mistook a simple pronounciation, so what should have been 'sweet as' came out as 'sweet ass' much to the delight of the man she was talking to. Mary also didn't know about cashback in a supermarket. When asked if she would like any cash she replied 'ok yes vy not' 'how much would you like?' 'how much do you have?'she replied. Instantly disappointed to learn it was her own money she would be given and not a generous gift from woolworths.bless her. Anna and Tracey were excellent value aussie girls with a wicked sense of humour and a shared interest in getting battered. We both realised how judgemental we are and have since tried hard not to make decisions about people based on their appearance. A bunch of beardy weirdy stoners pulled up one night who just looked like they needed a good wash with a long brush. They turned out to be really good guys and once Jason had shaved off his zztop beard he looked so much less threatening, although remained a 7ft beer monster. Another group of dreadlocked, pierced, tatooed herberts rolled in a week later who we instantly had down as drug taking, granny bashing, crime lords. Well even if they are, they were all really good, entertaining, well mannered guys and the only idiots to be found were the pair of us for being so snobby.
