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| Monday, July 10, 2006 |
| Darwin Dayze |
I thought I had posted something here while I have been in Darwin, but now on examining my blog it appears I have not. Mind you, I can't think of what my imaginary post was meant to be about, so it is more likely that I have created an elaborate fiction in my own head about having posted than that the computer has somehow mysteriously eaten the post.
Anyway.
The weather is a little on the cool side, but mostly glorious. The wedding went well, pictures later. The only thing I forgot to bring was my camera, so I must wait to be provided with a CD by one of the more organised attendees. Honestly, I stood at the bus stop at the end of my street for 40 minutes (long story, but one element was that a bus did not arrive and the next one was late) on my way to the airport, thinking, "Have I got everything? Dress... shoes... other shoes... yep, that's everything" for forty whole minutes. The bus arrived (finally), I sat down, I thought - "Hmm, I haven't recharged my MP3 player batteries... hang on, something else takes batteries... the camera!"
Yesterday we visited Howard Springs. Well, we went to a couple of my mother's favourite garden/landscaping suppliers first. Darwinians seem to have a particular talent for names. For example, there is a hairdressers called "Curl Up & Dye". Yesterday, we went to the Pot Shop, then to Get Stoned - which has a nice little cafe on site, called Finlay's Joint.
Ooh, Dad has just walked in. We will be going to the wharf for tea in a minute, so I'd better make this quick. I was going to tell you all sorts of interesting things about Howard Springs, but I only have time for the barramundi. Howard Springs is now a popular swimming spot, originally a dam dug by soldiers to provide water for the town. A bridge crosses over the small weir. On the downstream side, small fish swim in the current, and plaques on the bridge rail help you identify them - catfish, scats, long toms, and others. On the swimming side - undisturbed by the children splashing around the edges, two large barra circled serenely ner the bridge. They were each over a metre long. Schools of other, smaller fish could be glimpsed in the shadowy depths. Someone threw a chunk of bread the size of a child's fist, and the larger barra nonchalantly opened it's maw to scoop up the gift.
A couple of long-neck tortoises paddled enthusiastically closer to the bank, much to Ata's mother's delight, but didn't stay in view long before plunging into the depths.
Have to go now. Dinner on the wharf awaits. |
posted by Ata @ 7:12 pm  |
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Ooh, fishies. :)
Huge fish are so beautiful to watch, especially languid ones.
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Ooh, fishies. :)
Huge fish are so beautiful to watch, especially languid ones.