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| Sophisticated
commercial centres, alongside outback cattle-stations and flying doctors; Modern films,
theatre, and music, juxtaposing ochre-toned bark paintings, and Aboriginal rituals. Add to that the imported colour
and culture of the Mediterranean Europeans, mixing with the influx of nearby Asians.
A young nation melting-pot;
striving to blend tradition with progress. |
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The country is a vast topic that many Australians will never cover in their
lifetimes. Even on a six-month sojourn, the subject can only be made a sketch of the
whole.
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On the walk-about, an arrival is not sought, just the sensation of the
movement in travel; A Travelling Futility, as D.H.Lawrence termed it. It is also about chance
encounters on a land that is there. As it is there, the traveller wants to look and see,
and feel its warmth; inhaling the very freshness that is foreign.
You have reached the
land that you tried to dig to, as a child, on the sandy shores of home; a large area on
the map, that always seemed so out of reach. |
A good travelling
companion for six-months, so far away from home, is hard to find, especially when one's
own interests become so selfishly focused. To travel alone, is to be more approachable,
flexible, and open to the experience. An experience that can be shared later, but is
wholly yours to explore at the time. |
