Darwin is a chance to rest and regroup at Susie's house. It's rather different from the last time I was here. Strictly speaking it's wet season but there's not been an awful lot of rain and so the weather is still intensely humid with temperatures in the low 30s but feeling so much warmer. The whole time I'm there I'm sweating. And usually I don't sweat. In the streets you see pools developing at people's feet. Ok not quite. But it's hot!
Christmas is a lovely day- 10 of us for dinner which is cold meats, prawns (shrimps on the barby!) salads and a lot of cold beer. Much of the day is spent keeping cool in the swimming pool, as evening approaches we take the dogs 10 minutes down the road for sunset at the beach.
The rest of my time passes trying to survive the heat. Taking Ben for some walks morning or evening, swimming, getting the blog up to date and doing some planning and organising. Longing for the storms which sometimes break the humidity but sometimes get blown away by the sea breezes before they can refresh us. We have a meal out one night when Amanda's parents visit and a bbq on my last evening.
A last sunset at the beach- broken clouds and rain on the horizon, to the West streaks of lightning. Walking home in the dusk amidst the sounds of cicadas, frogs and the hauntingly beautiful cry of Curlews back to watch the geckos on the wall outside stalking insects and chirruping. It's a beautiful place but it's not easy to live here, not in the wet.
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| Shrimps on the barby! |
Christmas is a lovely day- 10 of us for dinner which is cold meats, prawns (shrimps on the barby!) salads and a lot of cold beer. Much of the day is spent keeping cool in the swimming pool, as evening approaches we take the dogs 10 minutes down the road for sunset at the beach.
The rest of my time passes trying to survive the heat. Taking Ben for some walks morning or evening, swimming, getting the blog up to date and doing some planning and organising. Longing for the storms which sometimes break the humidity but sometimes get blown away by the sea breezes before they can refresh us. We have a meal out one night when Amanda's parents visit and a bbq on my last evening. 
A last sunset at the beach- broken clouds and rain on the horizon, to the West streaks of lightning. Walking home in the dusk amidst the sounds of cicadas, frogs and the hauntingly beautiful cry of Curlews back to watch the geckos on the wall outside stalking insects and chirruping. It's a beautiful place but it's not easy to live here, not in the wet. 
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