30 December, 2014

The New Year Tie


Today, we made a New Year tie!





Sawing electronic buttons on a Daiso black tie



Testing the connections


Sawing with conductive thread


More testing and sending a lighting sequence mini program - note you could even change the sequencing program from your mobile phone, but this is a bit more work if you wish


Soldering the microphone in place (highest button)



Should be fine for tomorrow, you reckon ?






28 December, 2014

"A Brief History of the Future" from J. Attali (translation 2011)

Today, as we are about to embrace a New Year, I read a book I would like to briefly share with my friends, that precisely talks about the future

In, "A Brief History of the Future", Allen & Unwin (2011), translated from the French by J. Leggatt, Jacques Attali is talking about both the history and the future of the 'Mercantile Order', a Greek-Judeo legacy born long ago in the favorable climate of the Middle East that serves us well as long as it does not go unchecked. He foresees a number of scenarios of what could happen if no halt was put to the might of an unleashed Mercantile Order as the notion of state fades away ... gruesome scenarios with a bit of Kaplan redistilled ... but most interestingly, there is the "last chapter". 

In this last chapter, he hypothesizes that when we will finally have learnt our lessons (at the end of the 21st century, if we survive the previous turmoils), the Mercantile Order will have made some adjustments as it works alongside a "relational economy" that will emerge when humans especially concerned with transmitting to future generations will realize that they can only survive united and pacific, when they will realize that their own happiness depends on those of others. 

We will then finally rise from egocentricism/survival mode/fierce competition, and we will become responsible citizen, self monitoring our excesses ourselves through diverse devices. We will even learn things like putting limits to goods consumption, and we will define supranational norms (as opposed to dominant multilateral norms) for the protection of children, etc. 

- Last Chapter Extracts -

"Humanity's common good will be neither greatness, nor wealth, nor even happiness, but protection of the things that make life possible and worthwhile - climate, air, water, freedom, democracy, culture, languages, fields of knowledge ... "

"This common good will be like a library that needs to be updated and maintained, a natural park, to be passed on after cultivating and enriching it without having modified it in any irreversible way. The way Namibia fosters its wildlife, or France protects its forests, or in which certain peoples protect their culture, suggests what might be a foretaste of this common good. This can never be a market commodity, nor a state property, nor a multilateral good: it must be a supranational good". 
(p.270)

"In the same way, humanity can create a collective intelligence distinct from the sum of the particular intelligences of the beings who made it up, distinct from the collective intelligences of groups and nations. For example, the development of freeware will form an exemplar of universal intelligence as a kind of global brain network, a collective golem. While Wikipedia may still be an often unreliable aggregate of the intelligences of its authors, we shall see (and are already seeing) the birth (made possible by the work of all) of a collective result different from what each individual contributor intended". 
(p.271)

"Humankind's common good will be all the stronger as increasing numbers of people gain access to essential goods. Just as a research center has an interest in its researchers' discoveries, just as the speakers of one language need those who speak it to be as numerous as possible, so each human being will want others to be in full possession of the means to achieve their dignity and their freedom, in other words to be in good health and well educated. It will be in humanity's interest that each human be happy to be alive; altruism will be to everyone's benefit. It will become rational." 
(p.275)

25 December, 2014

Peaceful Christmas at Home




Christmas 2014 in Brisbane



Our House with Red Bow Tie this year - the solar powered lights never worked :(






Cooking time - Paul prepared a stuffing with dried apricot etc., and Oscar lit the barbecue to cook the 6.8 kg turkey for about 5 hours on charcoal outside (too hot inside)







Cristina brought my favourite grilled eggplant dish that 'she only' can do so well to eat with our first drinks, and a huge platter of cold prawns for the entrée





Now the turkey is beautifully cooked, and our growing boys eat gargantuesquely :)
My daughter is in charge of the grilled rosemary potatoes and parsnips


Now is time to wind down around the dessert on the desk - home made Bûche de Noêl or 'bouche de Nouelle' as my husband says with home made white chocolate, coconut and strawberry ice cream to accompany (my job)



Now is the good part ?



24th/12

 




25th  - my husband just put his star war shorts our daughter made for him


Looks like this one has been handled with chocolate coated fingers ?

Yes, Joyful & Triumphant, I like that!



21 December, 2014

Translation From French into English by myself of a text by Olivier Clerc, writer and philosopher, sent to me by my Children books Illustrator friend, Hélène.

It is about the frog who did not know she had reached the boiling point ...

Imagine a pot full of water, in which a frog is swimming happily. The gas is turned on, and the water warms up slowly. At first, the frog finds it rather pleasant and continues swimming happily with other frogs. The temperature continues to rise. Are we almost cooked yet, she asks?

The water is now a bit hot. It is a bit more than what the frog likes, and it tires her slightly but she does not panic.
The water is now truly hot. The frog finds it unpleasant, but she has weakened up, so she puts up with it and does nothing.
The water temperature continues rising to the point the frog will end up being cooked and will die.

But if the frog had plunged directly in the water at 50C, she would have jumped out immediately!

This shows that when there is a change that happens slowly enough, it eludes our consciousness and we tend not to react.






28 November, 2014

The End of the Ivory Towers Era




Magnificent picture of Brisbane, on the 27th of November, 2014 under the storm, taken by Higgins Storm Chasing

A storm attack! ... 
as one of my colleagues puts it. 

This below is actually our workplace, hit by a virulent hail storm yesterday, You can see shattered windows on several floors, and you may imagine the panic when all 'associates' had to leave 'everything' on their desk, and rush to the basement, in the midst of hail storm roaming and building sirens deafening sounds.


My work building



Fortunately, no one got injured. Given the severity of the storm, this is quite incredible. Queenslanders should consider exporting their Disaster Management Skills because no one got injured despite a lot of material damage to cars, homes and city buildings, and tens of thousands of people losing electricity. 
It looks like we are becoming good at it :)

I personally was lucky enough to leave the building half an hour before it started as I rushed home after an sms storm alert. I could see the clouds formation getting darker and darker and moving at a very unusual speed as I was driving back home and called the kids to stay put. As branches began to fall off the trees, I stopped my car in a supermarket. It was still very hot outside, about 35C, but the temperature was dropping slightly as we saw ice cubes falling down from the sky (hails), and I saw two little girls warming up their hands on the grilled chicken stand: I thought they had gone troppo ... 
... I was losing my reference system ...




2014th Once in a lifetime White Christmas in Queen Street Mall, Brisbane

The following day, there would be no school for my son, as this email from the school principal explains below. Glass debris and falling branches are to be cleared. The school ground was unsafe for children but we have been reassured that it would reopen on Monday.



As I rushed to meet a group of volunteers I am involved with, for our end of the year Christmas lunch, someone was complaining they could not 'have their cup of tea + toast' since there was no power.
 well, I have no place to go to work and my son has no place to go to school :)

There were people still working there that day: Hello World!





Less than two weeks ago in Brisbane, Pt Barrack Obama was warning us of the risk of more severe thunderstorm, hail and fires to come 'especially' in this vulnerable part of the world, in an attempt to convince G-20 leaders and policy makers that economy and climate change could no longer be considered independently.

I quote:


Full transcript of the Speech: http://www.whitehouse.gov/the-press-office/2014/11/15/remarks-president-obama-university-Queensland or you can watch it online here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52ZPlDSmEj4




14-15 November 2014 - University of Queensland

Today, places like my workplace - see picture above - are no longer Ivory Towers where men, mostly older men from economically dominant cultures, decide for 'others' in the comfort of corporate towers where nobody or nothing will reach them personally in their flesh.

This is over

Your very own office's glass windows will be shattered if you ignore Climate Change warnings!

Wouldn't it be delightful if Queenslanders would finally be at the forefront the the Climate Change debate now that they can feel it in their flesh? I can't wait...




12 November, 2014

India 9ELEVEN14 with Geetha










With Geetha five minutes before I left her house
(South India November 2014)








My Headquarters






This is my favourite hotel room in the world
that I rated ***** on my personal Trip Advisor 
for very personal biased and unbiased reasons




Arabian Sea



Wave stereo all night long...



Dosa and Chai Tea



Malabar Prawns



Fishermen Boasts




Unusual Orange Sun Occurrence

27 October, 2014

The day I turned the Story Bridge Lights On




Story Bridge Lit Up in Blue and Shade of Blue by myself (for 5 mns)

The day my daughter was celebrating her 18th birthday with her friends, we left her the whole house for her party, and we went out.
 
Well, for someone who does not go out very often, this was ONE to remember.




For them, it was time for a Pièce montée de Croque-en-bouches (choux) with a few home made Vegemite scrolls ... and the rest (I don't want to know)

As for us, fun was also around the corner

We hit the City with my husband to leave them alone, and as we walked by nonchalantly, a young man asked me: 

Would you like to turn the Story Bridge On ?

I made a pause ... 'Did I understand well', 'Was my English good enough?', 'Was it wishful thinking', 'What was he on?'
I saw on his polo shirt a sign embroided Queensland Government

As he saw I was in disbelief, he added:
'and I could take a photo of you and your husband with the Story Bridge in the background with the colours YOU WILL CHOSE FOR THE BRIDGE' 

(???)

I then glanced a little cabin on top of River Side Plaza that looked like a control chamber, and I thought 'why not?' I was led to a small tent-cabin. All I had to do was to chose colours on a colour spectrum, decide in which part of the Story Bridge I wished to apply them to (about 8 spots), and then, press the GO button (on top-middle of the screen below)



Understandably, I felt hesitant for a second before pressing the GO button, I was still wondering if it was a joke, if a hidden camera was going to show up, worse, I may have misunderstood, it may have been a 'blast it all' button ... (not a good joke when we are counting the days before G20 starts)

I pressed GO

That is when it all came in blue (see Pic 1 above)

We had been so lucky, today was our city's Colour Festival and all major building were dressed up in lights, there was music everywhere, we even stumbled into Neptune!




Should definitely go out a bit more often



12 October, 2014

Feathery Friend

7:00 Sunday morning

This morning, I woke up alone in our house for once. My husband had gone to spend the night in a touristic coastal town with the children and his parents, so I seized the day ... or it seized me ...
It must have been the calm in the house. A beautiful king parrot was waiting for me outside on the balcony when I returned with sugar for my Chai Tea. 
He was simply there as if ready to have breakfast with me.

I knew him from before
This week, he had already come when I was having breakfast early with my husband, before the kids got up. We tried to feed him bread, seeds, but he did not take anything, he does not seem domesticated. When my husband went to the kitchen to fetch some cereals for himself, the parrot jumped onto the table, 30 cm from me, not intimidated the least, and he mimicked drinking from my husband's coffee cup, which was empty. I found it hilarious, amazed as to why he did that, and tried to photograph the scene, but my camera was in my bedroom and it was not possible to do it on time. 
When I returned, he was still there, but on the railings, not on the table. 

And today, he is back! ...


 






26 August, 2014

How to grow Gorgeous boys into Good men

My son is now 13 and has suddenly become mono-syllabic, he is shying away when I want to hold him, he is not telling much about what happens to him at school, and if I ask questions, they are not welcomed. He did not used to be like that, what is happening?

Out of chance, I came across a book I would normally never have bought, 'He'll be ok' by Celia Lashlie (the sheer act of buying this book has revealed my non admitted angst), and I liked what I read.

Her book is about the 2004 Good Man Project trying to define 'What makes a good man in the 21st century' out of discussions in 25 boys' schools in New Zealand. Incidentally, I will give you a list of 'describing words' as my son used to say (adjectives) at the end, but I was interested in something else which has to do with 'why men are very important to teenage boys' education' that startled me.

She managed to describe eloquently what is out of reach for any women, I am talking about Men's Business, and I found it fascinating.

She explains (as I suspected but no one before confirmed it for me as well) that men are highly intuitive. It is a big find for the very reason that it is counter-intuitive to say that, since intuition has always been associated with subjectivity, therefore (and grossly) with feminine attributes.

She describes how men use their intuition as a communication tool with considerable success.

She explains that when a boy moves from 12 to 13, from Primary school to High school, he seriously begins the journey of adolescence to manhood. 'The changes in his body are telling him in a very obvious way that he's on his way to a new and exciting place'. But he is nervous, uncertain of what is expected of him, and so he begins to seek information. And according to her, this is when the intuition he's always had begins in earnest. His goal: finding out what it means to be a man.

'His mate Dave uses that word and everyone thinks he's cool, so he stores the word in his word to use ti; Jack does something and everyone thinks he is an absolute dork, so he stores that away as something not to do. Things can change quickly, sometimes hour by hour rather than day by day. The cool word becomes a dorkish word, and the dorkish thing becomes cool. As his maturation continues, he will be able to collate pieces of information in order to define what makes a good man. At the moment, all the information is just rolling relentlessly in and out and nothing is sticking. This is why he cannot talk beyond monosyllabic grunt: too much going on inside.

'So, how do you know when you have gone too far?" (with a mate)
Long pause
'Well, he goes kinda quiet ... you expect an insult to come back and it doesn't'
'Or he moves away ... goes quiet'
'Or the skin around his neck changes' (note that it is quiet sophisticated for monosyllabic people to translate non verbal communication)

This is the framework of men's intuition, as she puts it.

One clean example of intuitive silent interaction she gives, is about Year 7 students playing a game on the concrete area in front of the main school building:

 'The principal came down stairs on his way to do something and noticed the boys. He paused and watched the game for a minute or two, working out exactly what the boys were doing. Having sussed it, he joined in and played with them for about five minutes before moving on. No words had been exchanged between the various parties at this point'.

Likewise, in a conference hall:  'if one guy wanted another to sit next to him, he'd just nod towards a chair and raise an eyebrow and the other man would exactly know what he meant. He would not speak and just sit down'.

She explains that a large majority of men communicate with hand gestures, with their eyes and eyebrows, with their head, and then and only then do they speak. She does not think men themselves could explain easily how they communicate with one another so effectively, yet, often silently. For Celia Lashlie, the challenge for women is to recognize the communication that is occurring in silence and trust it, let it be, rather than insisting that everything be openly discussed.

And this is why:

Scene: a teenage boy stole a mobile phone, he has been caught, is very angry and is waiting in the principal office.

'I had walked into the principal's office not realising as I pushed the door open that a Year 10 boy was in the room. I quickly realised that something had been going on, that I was interrupting' ....
'So, in a spot of a bother, are we?'. He grunted.
The principal was moving towards the kid with his hand out, and appeared to be aiming at the boy's collar, which wasn't straight. The author, Celia L, reminds us at this point that she was then concerned at this gesture. She had been a prison officer herself before she became a Women Prison Manager in NZ, and she said 'I'd watched what happens when you touch angry people - you usually get a smack in the mouth'. So, here she was, thinking 'This is quite interesting. Touching this boy could produce quite a reaction. Why does the principal worry about the boy's collar at a time like this? What does it matter if it is crook?'
But then, the principal moved towards the boy with his arms extended, and while said 'Yeah, he is in a spot of bother. He nicked a cell phone - he knows he nicked it, and some time soon he's going to tell me about it'. Just as he finished, the principal dropped his hand onto the boy's shoulder, saying as he did so 'But, we are going to get through this'. The boy did not hit him. He waited about ten seconds, taking in the feeling of the older man's hand on his shoulder; then, to recover his pride, he shrugged the hand away. But for a few seconds, a younger man was told by an older man that though what he'd done was not OK, he was OK, and that there would be a way through this situation that would leave him intact.

I agree with her that this is extremely intuitive and skilful, that the message had been delivered effectively, and that no woman would have handled it that way.

'This is what happens when men attend to men's business' 

She explains that women need to step back, let the men do what they do so well and enjoy watching on the sideline while our boy are 'on the bridge' of adolescence between boyhood and manhood (when they will come back). 

If there is no father around, no worries, there surely are good men around that will do the job anyway, preferably one that is truly present in his life, that he sees 10 mn every day, a teacher, a grand dad, let him find his men!

She says that it is their intuition and their pragmatism that make them extraordinary creatures: incredibly humorous, incredibly frustrating and gorgeous.

I can not help thinking of my next door neighbor saying she had seen a gorgeous creature hanging around our properties, except she was referring to a python.The thing is, snakes are gorgeous too :)

She suggests we stop insisting on emotional literacy, but we talk about emotional confidence. This would extend the previous concept to not only having a number of options on hand when looking for a word to explain a feeling, but also having the freedom to decide whether talking is necessary and, if so, what needs to be said.

Nevertheless, she does insist that we should not give up on the development of a 'word bank' that will get them out of trouble in their future wider community dealings.

Trivia - Questions she asked to the secondary school boys:

If you tell your mum something voluntarily, she'll just ask a whole lot of questions. It's rude to say 'Enough', so it's best just not to talk at all.

A 15 year old boy was attacked by a shark but didn't tell his mother.
'She wouldn't have been interested?'
'No, she would have been too interested'
Radion news ite, 26 february 2005

If your mum stopped asking, would you tell her important stuff?
Yes, Trust that I'm OK and I'll come for help if I need it. Silence does not mean trouble.

What is the one thing about your dad you would change if you could ? 'He'd get his sense of humour back' (men are better at humour than most women and it is their communication forte, even to attract women - I read it somewhere else, I also read that we learn to laugh before we learn to speak, let's not go off course ... too many interesting facts ...)

Do you speak to your dad about sex? Yes, he said to say 'Please' first.
(means, no boys don't like to talk about sex with their dad for obvious reasons, and it is better respecting it, he'll ask his mates, his mate's older brother, a man in his surroundings)

Boys insisted they needed to know a man personally before they could decide whether he merited being described as a good man, so don't think that adolescent boys can not make the distinction between people they may admire 'out there' and those 'they actually want to be like'.


Characteristics of a Good Man in the XXI century (New Zealand)

Trust
Loyalty
Humour

Laid back
Motivated
Honest

Has dreams and goals
Hard-working
Generous

Compassionate
Humble
Self-reliant

Respected
Respect for others
Sets a good example

Able to persevere
Able to lead from the front
Acts with forgiveness

Has the strength to express his emotions
Principled - sticks up for what he believes in
Strong enough to know when to ask for help

Self-confident (will have a go)
Has the courage to be who he is (knows who he is)
Follows through on what he promised

Etc.... ending with 'good men don't sulk'




14 July, 2014

Broome (WA) to Darwin (NT) via the infamous unsealed Gibb River Road (GBB)






     We could have taken the sealed road all the way, but we decided instead to take the unsealed but Gibb River Road (660 kms). The road is magnificent in places, a smooth ochre sandy surface, but most of the time, it is hard corrugation and you NEED off road wheels, and preferably a Nissan patrol or a Prado.

We had a Pajero without proper 4WD wheels. we made it ... 'nearly'!

     On the way, we saw Bell Gorge, after one night camping in Silent Grove National Park, then after a short drive, we saw Galvan Gorge, much cuter and fun for swimming. Then, it was a long drive to Elisabeth Station where we spent the night camping. The night camping there was cold (1C) but we were well equipped and started a fire after dinner. We had booked a wholesome country style dinner i the host's farmhouse, and we shared the table with a farmers couple visiting as well. I had to ask them how they came here because they said they were in Ayers Rocks (Uluru) yesterday, and it was just not possible for them to be in this remote station this evening: they actually 'flew' here from their farm by private plane (he, not 'she' piloted the plane. Why not you? I asked. She replied 'you know men with their toys' she smiled :). My son was delighted with the country food and took many serves of the home made meat pie and roasted vegetables.

    In the early morning, we continued our drive on the GBB. We saw more and more cars stranded - one car in Silent Grove had to be towed away, but after that, it was punctured cars all the way. My husband said we were lucky so far. I said « chut » (means be silent in French), and fifteen minutes after, we had one puncture. We cursed our optimism for not having taken a second spare wheel as recommended by the Broome Tourism Bureau. Now there was no room for another puncture.

   We became increasingly cautious about driving on rocks, and slowed down as we made our way to Home Valley Station Soon, we got in trouble with a wobbly wheel and the brakes failing. As we found out, after the first puncture, we did not lock the wheel studs hard enough for corrugated road conditions and we damaged the wheel rodes as a result. Consequently, we had to constantly tighten the remaining bolts and studs for the last 50 kms. This way, the breaks were working perfectly again, and fortunately, we did not get another puncture. We made it to the next station (El Questro) without losing a wheel and without having to go through the dreadful +1000 Aud remote tow away fee.

The biggest problem was getting spare parts (new studs and rodes). They had to be shipped from Melbourne via Darwin to Kununurra, and then brought from Kununurra to ELQ station. This was no small feat: it took 6 days!

Fortunately, we found ourselves in one of the best place in the world to be standed - we went barramundi fishing, went on long walks across the range (Saddle Creek walk and Telegraph Hill walk) or along sandy rivers with the kids (Champagne Springs walk), went cruising in Chamberlain Gorges, swam in 32°C Zebedee Hot Springs and enjoyed country style hospitality and music in the evenings and Matso Ginger Beer! Nights were cosy in the tent after a good damper and grilled marshmallows in the fire.

I got the chance to read the excellent 'Jandamarra and The Bunuba Resistance' book from H. Pedersen about the aboriginal resistance in the Kimberleys the time of first settlement.

One nuisance was that unless you wished to pretend to have long showers in order to monopolise a toilet cabin power point (as my daughter did on one occasion), there was no way you could recharge any device! I tried to recharge my mobile with a solar panel but it took 4h30mns for 3/4 full. Now multiply by 4. We ended up buying a card game! There was an 11 years old girl wearing a tee shirt saying 'Home is where your Wifi connects automatically'.

The higher nuisance was a midnight 'cow fright'. My husband and I heard a cow calling what seemed 50 cms from the tent around midnight. We looked at each other puzzled. Then, we saw one cow passing by. We laughed. Shortly after, we hear more cows calling: 17 cows passed by our tent! If you like playing Chinese Shadows in the tent, you can try it for yourself. There seemed disproportionate sized cows, like bush spirits and there was no end to it. I wanted to take the family to the toilet block, but thought twice, it was too late, the cows would have panicked and it would have made things worse. Then, I thought about my experience with cows at my grand father's farm in France, but I realised that these cows would not be commanded by a rod, it would have to be by a horse rider with whip. Oh yes, they were selling these whips at the station general store. I would get one tomorrow morning - just jokin'

The children slept through all that unaware and unphased.

They were not to be frightened easily now that we had driven through 50 cm deep rivers with the car, saw two king brown snakes on the road (one already dead one and one alive who slithered away into the bush) and that they had swam in rivers with freshies, and had accepted that unless it does not have a sharp nose (saltie), a crocodile is not to be feared. My son had been told by an Aborigine man that only the 'chicky' ones eat people.

After five days, we moved to a cabin, and the car got ready shortly after that.

We made our way to Kununurra, then Timber Creek, and we stopped over in Katherine. As soon as we passed the border, 'everything is bigger' in the Northern Territory as they say. Well, for once, you get an extra half an hour to spare timezone, and you can now drive 130 km an hour on straight roads, except that you have to be aware of the occasional bump in the road (it is not a European highway), road trains, buffalos, and bush fires (two).

How can I describe Katherine? We must have been unlucky? We looked in the lonely planet and booked a room at random - what a mistake!

We should have been alerted 'not all was well' when we made our way to the reception: a woman was being arrested in the car park. As we checked in, the receptionist was dismissive of the event ... I suppose it was not our business, and these things happen. The door locks were broken, this happens as well ... except hum ... that we were on the ground floor. The neighbours were very loud - was it the soccer world cup or a state of origins game? We had lost track after so long in the bush.

In the middle of the night, suddenly, I hear a big crash noise in the street, then all street lights in front of our motel block shut down. Then, in seconds, two police cars with flashlights parked 30 meters from our bedroom. I immediately thought someone was hiding around our block and shut down the lights. There was no one at the reception desk. I spent most of the night looking through the window panes for any movement.

In the morning, I ask the receptionist, she is like me, a migrant, except that she does understand even less than me what is going on around her. Her son (a toddler) is playing with a frying pan on the floor of the reception desk.

Police? she says? Oh yes, yesterday evening for that woman. 

No, not that one! At midnight, the two police cars in the courtyard ?

She looks at me oblivious. She did not know what I was talking about. 
A man in his forties overheard the conversation and comes to me. He explains that the police was chasing a aboriginal man who lost control of the vehicle he had stolen after bumping in the pavement and losing a wheel. He then crashed into a power poll, and tried to run off. The man I was talking to caught him and an ambulance took the injured man to the hospital.
That is not all, the man says... (for me, that would have do)

After that, the news of the power poll being down went across town like lighting, and three bottle shops were burgled subsequently.

I checked the internet:



I had become acquainted to 'that member of the public'.
It was nice to meet you Katherine, but that will do for now... maybe one Rod and Gun shop too many. 

We nevertheless visited an aboriginal cultural centre in the city centre before making our way up to Darwin, following our Gorgeous path again.

The first gorge was in Nitmiluk National Park - Edith Falls where we had a swim. There was a cryptic sign at the entrance of the park saying that 'careful management' of salt crocodile was in place, so that we should not worry swimming there. The 'careful management' consisted as far as I could see in one huge stainless steel cage placed at the entrance of the river going toward the fall ... 'a bit of a worry' nevertheless, shall we?

The usual argument I heard from other travellers was 'I never thought I would swim in a river where there are crocs but since everyone seems to be doing it' and a smile! Yep, this was the same with me, and I could not help imagine what happens when it comes to fight climate change, the same, we all do 'like the others' ... sigh 

The last Gorgeous gorge was Florence Fall in Litchfield National Park. we had a last swim there, headed off to Darwin Night Market (open until 10pm that day) and arrived on the beach for the final act of a Red Sunset Show. We sampled great Indonesian food that we ate in tranquility on the beach dunes overlooking the Timor Sea. We finally took our car back to Darwin Airport before a 3h30 Tiger Air flight back to Brisbane.





Cap Leveque (North of Broome)


My son walking (Dampier Peninsula)





Pentecost River Crossing (GRR) - This was the car behind us, a Pajero as well







Bell Gorge



Galvan Gorge




Mount Barnett petrol station: Children washing the car delight. I liked their notice advertising Dial 000 'We like our lizards frilled, not grilled'




Flowers we saw in the desert







Florence Falls (Litchfield National Park)




Lower pools (Florence Falls)



Edith Falls (40 km north of Katherine)





Red Sun Camel Ride in Broome - Includes my two children with a large grin on their face somewhere in the middle !




Staircase of the Moon in Broome