2010

So, what the fuck is happening? Still working on my aussie language. Crap, my accent still needs a lot of bloody work.

Living in a remote area isolated from the so called civilisation, i`m just fucking cruising trough life. Working in even more isolated places. Communities who even don’t know what the fuck Europe is. Just living in the middle of all the sand, and invaded by some contractors who need to build a fence and build some shade structures in a settlement of 5 houses where three of them are inhabited by camels and donkeys. Wondering what the fuck the need is to build fences in a place where no rules are, and people do and go whatever they bloody want to. Working where the electricity trips off by using a simple tool and after a day digging washing in a bucket. You have to try one time to stand in a fucking bucket and try to wash all the dirt of you. At night sleeping in the back of the Ute in 45 degrees and a community where people sleep in the day and party at night with government money. Puppies everywhere yelling and howling to one of the other hundred fathers or mothers. Yep, life in a community is fucking different than living in a flat in the metropolis of Antwerp.
Luckily, I’m just working there and staying till the job was finished.

Back at my residency at Yulara, after a weekend in Alice. Meeting with mates, my brother and Linda. It was great to see you again and had a hell of a good time. I wish you all the best. Alice a place where I spend a full week of pay in a couple of days. Struggling back to the hotel room late at night, straight to the spa. Celebrating Xmas party from work where I managed to get the tradesman of the year award. As result ending up at the casino and loosing my reward at the black jack by taking another card at 18. Probably over consumed alcohol was the reason of my euphoria. But, fuck yeah; it was worth trying to find the right room that night. Fucking Tradesman of the year, being a former goldsmith, probably never seeing my work by living remote has a lot to do with it.

The rock, other Xmas parties. Driving drunk on cars trying to hit as many you can. Bumper cars for 18+. Yep, we fucking know how to party here at Yulara. The only problem was trying to find your way back in a black dessert back to the house, knowing there’s nothing out there the next 500 k`s around you. So hopeful not missing the house. But I’m still here, so my orientation shouldn’t be that bad after 3.6 promille. Another xmasparty, but one with all the contractors at my place. From 1000 am till, what the fuck I know. I didn’t have to walk home. Ex prisoners, black people, nomads, people that seems to have no inner peace and running all the time. Almost becoming a true Territorian, seen the river run for three times, road a bull and almost ……It will have to wait becoming a true Territorian. Boxer day, a day to relax and wondering where I’m running from?

Having a few days relax and practising Zen in my garden that keep extending till the park rangers show up and sues me for intervening with the natural habitat.
But who the fuck cares, it’s Xmas.

I’m writing to my friends, family, sister, ex wife, and readers of my blog.
To wish you, as we say.

A FUCKING GREAT XMAS
AND A BLOODY AWESOME NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL

Veggies

What to do in a remote area, indulged by happy foreign tourists, who are spending money they saved a year before, or still have to pay for the coming year.

A place where I luckily live a few k`s away. Just once a while when I feel like one of those tourists again and spend the night out, loosing my money on pis and behaving with that typical strange holiday human behaviour. Perving, hoping to get a holiday romance, my look is all right. Singlet, tongues, a skin almost like one of the black fellows, and most of all the possibility to drink an amount of alcohol companioned with an almost noticeable beer belly. But reality is hard. Once I open my mouth, my accent gives me away. “Ohh, from witch country are you? Catch you later, wanna meet some real Aussies. “But he, what do they know about it. I saved already a few times true Sydney Aussies stuck in the middle of now where. But I have to confess, the accent is really appealing and I’m still working on it. The bloody hell I will. A few more fucking years, and maybe my bloody accent will fucking disappear. Fuck yeah, i`ll chat like a fucking Aussie bloke.

But what the bloody hell I’m wanking about. Who the fuck cares. I’m cruising here, I `m living here like the bloody king, sitting on the edge of my self-made billabong having a fucking beer , watching the bloody stars and dreaming about female aliens when the hell they finally gonna decide to abduct me. Fuck yeah, that would be awesome. Once a while, if I’m damned lucky, seeing my stupid pet, the goanna, go for a dive in the fucking billabong. Yep, life is fucking beautiful, here at least, at my bloody Giles residence (Giles is the bloody street address). Away from all that artificial behaviour at the Yulara resort. I got my own fucking sunset from the bloody rock; sitting in a hammock and seeing the day disappear while getting pissed. Wicked.

But fucking life is treating me well, a job offer from the bloody government. Power and water is fucking interested in me. Who the fuck had ever thought about that. Me, a bloody foreign with a strange accent, working in the water department. But I refused, the desire to poison the water is still too big, but he, maybe in the fucking future, why the bloody hell not. So, it looks I’m gonna be stucked here for a while. Maybe in the future i`ll have to change my bloody orange shirt to a fucking yellow one. No more digging shit holes for fucking bollards.

Being stucked here, its time to get to my fucking title of my post. Veggies. Yep, I’m a veggie man now. I’m trying to get those fucking veggies by myself. Not an easy task. Water, insects, birds, sun, shade, too many fucking things to consider. But we getting there, they are still alive, even after a bloody storm that washed away half of my crop. Maybe in a year or ten, i`ll be able to eat those damned veggies myself. What’s missing, are some chooks, goat or cow. In twenty year, I don’t have to go to the shop anymore. Shit, true, alcohol and tobacco, but he, they can be made too. Maybe I can be self sufficient, which would be fucking great. But you will fucking see, those bloody aliens will decide to abduct me if I become self-sufficient.

Holidaaaay

I know!

Not that many post last months. Mea culpa.

The only excuse I have is that I went on a holiday. Three weeks of travelling, relaxing, swimming in croc country, spending nights accompanied with thousands of mozzies , tasting a Belgium beer, rescuing foreign tourists bogged with there brand new rental fourby ,swimming in thermal pools covered with bat sh#%t and driving the Stuart highway on the right side of the road.

My holiday started by driving a 2000 k from Yulara to Darwin, in two days. A drive where 25 k are trough towns and all the rest just pure wild nature. Putting the swag out next to snakes and spiders to have a rest and hitting the road again. Arriving in Darwin with a car full of empty beer cans, you can’t be dehydrated in the dessert, you have the drink at least 2 litres of liquid an hour. There it was just a matter of a few hours and my sister would fly in.

Our holiday started. We spend a few days in Darwin city. After catching up, being notified of the best gossip of Belgium, yes, now I know what’s happening there in Belgium, spending a day with jumping crocs, seeing one of the many lost cities, relaxing in majestic waterholes at Lichfield, it was time to hit the road again.
Kakadu, next stop. First night back in the wild, struggling an hour, accompanied with thousand of interested mozzies wondering what was going on, to get the mozzie dome up. Viva nature. We spend a week exploring the park. Saw every waterfall, what was left over after dry season anyway, did a sunrise boot cruise between sleeping predators and birds drying there wings in the upcoming sun. Walking, no better said, jumping from rock to rock, to get to plunge pools and to cool down.

Back to the Stuart, Katherine. A relaxing canoe trip in the gorge. Having a relax beer (dehydration) while my sister was working the canoe trough the gorge. With on the end a nice cool down in the water and a rescue of the precious hood of an over confident tourist stepping out his canoe, miscalculating the depth and disappearing under water.
Next stop, Mataranka, with the flying barras and thermal hot springs, one of them better known as bat springs. From there, we drove up the savannah way, direction east. A 500 k of dirt road was waiting for us. Away of all the caravans, civilisation and meeting only die hards on the way trough. Stops like Loretta springs and the famous Heartbreak hotel, all provided with some kind of pool. Our first priority to pick a spot to camp. Our way was directed by plunge pools, thermal pools, swimming pools, beer pools and waterholes.


Another swimming pool, Daly Waters, a pub were my sister left her own mark on the Ozzie map. A stop at devils marbles and back to a swimming pool. Wycliffe well, UFO capital of Australia. We missed our night, a few days later the aliens did visit our camping spot. Probably die hard fans of Elvis, yes,he`s still alive. After a relax drive of 5348 k my sister arrived for the second time in “no place like Alice". A few days to relax with Luke and byanka. Visiting the 4 and 5 last highlight of the desert town and nights to remember. Being licked and attacked in the middle of the night by two girls, another dream that became reality. Neddy and Min Min, two delicious puppy staffies.
Time to hit the backroad to my temporary home. Driving on the Merinie loop, a road trough the west mc Donnels. Highlights like Standley Chasm, Simpson Gap, Ormiston, Ellery and all kind of gaps. After a free camp night and magnets at Glen Helen, a stop at Kings Canyon.

Ayers rock, Yulara, Ulurru or what ever other names they have, I was back at work. My sister played the perfect host, her last week in the Land of Oz; she introduced the contractors to Belgium food. Scared the tourist on the road while driving the company car. Infiltrating as a tourist, to have a swim at the 5 star hotels.
Yep, my sis would do well here in Oz country.

True blue (part 2)

From this time forward
I pledge my loyalty to Australia and his people
Whose democratic beliefs I share
Whose rights and liberties I respect
And whose law I `ll uphold and obey

Those were the words I spoke on an early morning the first July. From that time forward I could call Australia my true home. And what kind of a home!
Three years ago I came here as a Belgian boy. And today I stand here as an Australian man. Three years of experiences behind my wildest dreams and imaginations. Believes that were shattered, believes that were discovered. Dreams that crashed, dreams that were created. The highest emotions and lowest emotions.
Coming to a place where you truly can choose how you wanna live. Where you have the freedom to make a choice. Going from, Living among millions of other humans, going to living among millions of other species and everything between it. Every lifestyle you decide to follow. Never now what the next day will bring. Dead or live. Happiness or sadness. Beauty or ugliness. Love or hate.
What do I love this country!



The morning started like a true Australian ceremony by arriving with 1.3 promille in my blood and a bouncing head. Nervous for my new identity, I followed the ceremony and hoping that it want be to long. The water a few meters away was calling to mix with the still present alcohol in my blood. After a never ending speech of 8 minutes it was time for the pledge. All the future aussies had to stand up. I noticed that moment that all the future true blues were at the front. All together with one empty seat among them that supposed to be mine. But there I was, standing all alone between the sitting spectators somewhere at the back. During our vow, that I learned a few days before, my mind was wondering off.
This is truly my place. Was it luck? Was it faith? Was it the alcohol? Was it my bouncing head? Was it stupidity? Was it a sign? This is who I am. Me standing alone far away from the crowd. Australia accepted me how I am; Australia let me be how I am. Reflecting my life, I always noticed that I really didn’t fit in the crowd. Always had a strange behaviour that didn’t fit in the people’s mind. From that moment, standing away from the horde, I found peace in myself. Accepting that I’m not a crowd person and always will be.

The day ended with firecrackers all around the centre town from Australia. No, not to welcome all the first day aussies, but to celebrate the territory. A yearly tradition that every unexperienced can buy firecrackers and really light them of, causing all the logical problems with it. Lighting up all the front yards with a big bang in the neighbourhood, even light up the palm trees in the front yard and warning the owner of the front yard to put the fire out.

Definitely, a day to remember.

Work, work and work.

I know!
I promised just to sacrifice one post about work. Humans don’t have to be confronted in their free time again with work. Most of the time that we are on this planet is already dedicated to work.
But I couldn’t leave my returning readers in the unknown. A month a half with no post, no boring story about life in the Promised Land. Maybe I was even somewhere lost in the red centre, desperate looking for a few drops of water. Maybe I was served as some food for a hungry predator. Strangled by a snake or attacked by a colony of redbacks. Or abducted by some female aliens and taken to a far far away planet, to live a life as a sex toy for their pleasures.

Nothing of that happened. Just what my title says. Work, work, work and work.
Work, work and work. After the wonderful break of Easter it was back again raw realty. The house full of strange male contractors. Drinking beer and having Barbies. It’s a strange thing. After living the live of a monk in isolation for a couple of months. Having the castle for myself and my close pets, it’s hard to be confronted with the strange behaviour of the human kind. It looks like how remoter you go how remoter you wanna go. Even short visits to Alice feels like entering a strange world struggling with overpopulation and there strange side effects. Considering that I came from a small cattle station with a population of ten million people, it’s really strange to feel that kind of thoughts taking over. I’m gonna stop about my lonely philosophical thoughts. All by all this is free time, so it has to be easy literature for everybody.

So what did I do that month a half? Work, work and work. 11 hours, day after day. No painting, no camping, just work. Starting to wear long paints, beanie, double t-shirts. Indeed, winter in the red centre means, temperature is dropping unbearable depths. Coming from 40 degrees to almost 0 degrees in the morning. So I’m starting to look like an Eskimo in the early mornings, almost not able to move from the thickness and weight of all the clothing and accessories that I wear to give me some heat. Regretting that the aliens didn’t come. Having a nice cold beer after work in my backyard is even not an option anymore, but as a future true blue, seeing my beer as a life necessity, I found a solution. I’m now proud owner of an ancient heat system in my back yard.

Running around as a fully dressed Eskimo, I installed a new fan system, improved the floor of a platform and repaired two big water tanks. The last two weeks the ever lasting blue sky even changed in a wet grey mode, a typical sight of my previous homeland. Two weeks of replacing sheets, unbolting 3574 bolts and nuts with the only purpose to rebolt the 3574 back again. The absence of sun and blue sky made my environment change into a cold and wet one. The water tank that’s build to store water was turning in a little swamp. Witch cause another problem. A search for the dropped bolts and nuts under the water surface.
The physical labour to wear my Eskimo outfit, working daily in a swamp and overpopulation of human nature behaviour in my once remote paradise made me flee. Flee towards a warm hot weekend and made me writing this post on an early morning sitting on a warm terrace enjoying a beautiful sunrise in the tropical harbour city Darwin , preparing my body and mind to go back to my once remote and my own strange human behaviour in Yulara.

Relaxing Easter

Easter, time to relax and enjoy the time off after the long days of work here in Yulara. I had a close friend flying over from Darwin. She never saw the red centre before, so time to show the freedom here in the red centre.

We started with a night in a five star hotel, Sails in the desert, everything with it, balcony, spa, mini bar and two beds bigger I ever saw. I thought I deserved a bit more luxe then getting stuck in a house with always people around, and experience different ways of live. Guys constant singing, walking around in undies, by the way not an enjoyable view, Filipinos cooking Asian food, its time they send some female tradesman, maybe I’ll appreciate it more walking in undies.

So after a luxury night we drove for a real night out bush. We went to my favourite camping spot, boggy hole. After a few hours drive we were looking for the turn off for running waters. Looking for that small one way track, I was forced to show my visitor different tracks leading to cattle, an encounter with the roof of Mrs Dee, after an unexpected depth in the sand, tracks that narrows into branches and trees. I even involuntary showed her the old track to the Promised Land that was washed away by floods and time.
After this intermezzo I found the promised track. Damned, the destructive force of human civilisation has already entered the beautiful red centre, the charming one way track is changed into a meaningless cool sand highway. But I was happy to see that after a few km the track changed again into his natural form with unexpected encounters and turns, deep sand were you have to work you way trough, hills were different attempts are necessary to get over, Trees thrown over the track, this was the red centre I was talking about. It was also the perfect time to go, not to hot, and with the rain from the last months, the track was filled with waterholes what used to be dry sand.
We spend two nights under the stars, had different attempts to swim in the ice cold water. One of three seconds and one of 13 minutes and 34 seconds, were I’m really proud off.

Time to go back, after a drive off 6 hours with no obliged new things to see, we arrived at casa Yulara. The last days of Easter weekend, we walked around the rock, its amazing to see how the aboriginal sacred areas rise out of the ground. After a few years the rock will be sacred too and disappear after a fence. We played some tennis, yes, for my older friends, I picked up a racket again after two years, I played a few times in Alice, but my old winning instinct took over, so I didn’t really enjoy it then. But this time it was different. I was even able to teach a few things.

Even Jeff, the goanna, Jule, the crested pigeon, Cesar, the horny devil and Joe, the crocodile honoured us with there presence to wish us a good Easter.
It was really a good Easter break. Its amazing how easy you switch over to holiday mode, but how hard it is to switch back to work mode.
Wonder why?

Handrail, handrail and handrails

I reckon that some of my frequent readers are wondering what the bloody hell I’m working at in this town of 3001 residents.

So this is a post, only one, dedicated to my daily work. And its gonna be a short one. I’m up here for three months now, and my activities are handrails, canopies, handrails, concrete slabs, handrails, bollards, handrails, concrete steps, handrails, gates and handrails. So I think you got the picture by now. Happily I can say that the handrails are finished and soon there is another big project coming, building a house. All kind of stuff is weekly arriving with the truck, so it’s a gathering of all kind of stuff in the backyard, gyproc, timber, beams, purlins, etc.

How this all works? Mostly they send a guy up here for three weeks, who’s my slave, oeps, sorry, workmate. It’s sometimes handy to have a third hand, just to hold things or let him do the work while you have a break. We work around 10 at 11 hours a day, seven a week in 42 degrees, so you can imagine that I’m almost looking like a black fellow, only my accent needs a bit of work. After those weeks, they fly my workmate back to Alice or I drive back to capital city to pick up gear and bring another third hand back to Yulara.
And it’s always nice to be back in Alice because work provides me with a hotel and a nice Jacuzzi till I jump back in the truck for a 5 hour long drive to my precious rock.

After digging 137 holes, mixed 6,5 ton of concrete, weld 94 pipe connections, bend 63 pipes in different angles, used 125 liter of yellow paint, I thought I could take it a bit more relax. So the last two weeks, because I worked on my own, no more workmate, I work 9 hours a day, 5 and a half a week till the complete house arrives. And that will be soon.

Gate to the stars

Almost three months in Yulara, time does really flies. I have just a little post on this subject, to let you; my returning readers enjoy the special view I have on my hill.

The house surrounded by a fence is build against a red sand hill. So I decided to put a gate at the backyard (take a look at the little detail I fabricated in the concrete slab) and to disturb the local fauna and flora with my present. I looked for the easiest way up to the hill. Cleaned up all the obstacles that were in the way to my walk up to the stars.

From this moment I have a private path that leads me to spectacular sunsets, sunrises, and star skies, I’m still collecting a 3612 stones to finish the path. There are already a 354 stones placed to guide me along the path. They are really necessary. Try to find your way in the dark down or up the hill, especially after some beverages. It’s only a 63 meters but its quit steep, and everywhere plants, and rolling down the hill is not a pleasant experience.

On the top of the sand hill, there is a really nice flat area to sit down and relax. So I have been there a lot, just watching the surrounding transform buy the sun companioned by the horny devils, snakes and my house mate, Jules the goanna. Together we are forced in silence to see the majestic colours and rock formations that the sand hill gives us.

Even at night its worth being on top, seeing the nightly skyline of Yulara city. The stars! Amazing, really amazing how many stars, movement, shooting stars and unexplained flying objects are up there. Laying in my swag, surrounded by my local friends, we just lay there and have philosophical discussions about our little existence in that never ending universe.
Yep, my gate to the stars, it’s a step to another universe.

Something different now, an old friend came up with a marvellous idea. Thanks Kathleen. She asked if I could put some maps in my blog to point out the places where I have been and where I will be. So I’m looking on the internet, if I can find such a thing, a map of Australia where I can mark all the places and transfer to my web. If anybody of my readers knows of such a thing, please let me know. Even other ideas are welcome to better the quality of my blog. The reason I started this blog, is to inform you about my life and to keep contact. And it has also become a kind of personnel diary.
This blog is made for you and is interactive, every comment, idea, thought, improvement, story, question, opinion, joke, disagreement and story are more than welcome.

Bungabiddy Rockhole

My first exploring as a Yulara resident. This time I reached the dirt tracks immediately. I`m living almost in the middle of nowhere, so to go to another nowhere is quit easy. I had to go west to do some searching, the north east side is back to Alice, and since I lived there the last two years, I had no intention to go back cruising those areas. I travelled also to the south when I picked up my sister in Adelaide, picked up my luggage in Melbourne. Yes, the west was calling. New territory, and west Australia was one of the missing territory or state on my list. So from today I can say that I have put my body in every state in Australia, except Tasmania of course.

Its different than Alice area, more sand and more desolated. Its really the outback over here. Its easy to travel 600k`s without seeing a fellow specie or even a servo. All dirt, sand, bushes, rocks nothing more, pretty boring except the beautiful stretches of nature landscapes, magnificent sunsets, remote untouched waterholes, mind blowing colors, artistic rock formations.
Entering west Australia, I had to find a waterhole, a swim in cool water was absolute necessary after eating dirt for the last 300k`s. So driving around to find a little blue spot marked on the map, is not an easy task. Nowhere signs, nobody around to ask directions. Except camels and snakes escaping from the road when that madman flew by in his red car desperate looking for refreshment. And everywhere dirt tracks , so driving around another 100k`s looking for that track that leads to that refreshing water is an easy thing.

But he , logic is really the most important thing, look around and see where there is a lot of trees and green , waterholes are also situated at rock formations. And yes, there was the track, hidden amount other red dirt , The road, by figure of speaking, leads me to the start of the rock formation, and deep inside those hills was the waterhole waiting.
i provided my self a 5 star camp and ran to the water. Stayed there for a few hours , relaxing in my special noodle seat ( you remember sis) ,the beer floating on the water recovering from a hard days work.
Back to my luxury camp, handy to take some gear from work, provided myself a campfire and good meal.

I stayed two nights , swimming and relaxing. And then back to Yulara. Back eating dirt for the next 300k`s. The only problem was my fuel was running low, I had a jerrycan, but that was only 20 liters, I didn`t expect to drive an extra 100k`s to find that blue spot on the map. After some hot hours I finally saw that precious big touristic rock and knew that i`ll make it. Almost at the last drop I parked Mrs Dee at my new home and had a cool beer relaxing and thinking, next time two jerrycans .

Bye bye Alice

From this moment on i`m no longer resident of Alice springs. Yep, I left the 30000 residents a month ago and became resident number 3001 from another town in the red dessert, Yulara. Sounds familiar, doesn`t it. If you have read my previous posts of course. I`m living at the rock and the beautiful Olga`s.

The original plan was to move to Darwin , but the company offered me another job when i told them that i would leave and move to the tropical side of the country. A job i couldn`t refuse. A company car, food , rent and being payed to work all day outside. My money goes only to alcohol and smokes, the healthy things in live. So i`m living 500 k`s away from Alice in the most touristic centre in Australia. Who had ever imagined that i would wake up every morning and see the rock while i`m drinking my waking up coffee.

I packed up all my things, amazing how fast my household accumulated in those two years, so many shit that i had gathered, it was good to get rid of those useless things again, and to go back to the basic needs. Organizing all the administration again, change of address, relocating my stuff and a switch over to wireless broadband, has kept me busy for the last month. Its amazing how fast broadband works. I`m still trying to send my first post with this wireless broadband. The device that i had bought had a malfunction, so it didn`t work, and to get another one under warranty is another problem. Living in Yulara with a mail address in Alice didn`t help much. It`s not that i just can pick up the new device on my way to work at the post office. After sending me a third device, the second one didn`t work nether, I`m finaly able to update my weblog. Viva la technoliga.

Life at the rock is pretty good. I met the most locals now, the camels who passing by to see who `s the new resident. The goanna that i disturbed at his private playground. I try to make it up with giving him water every day. The horny devils who are constantly modifying the sandhils. I didn`t had time yet to explore the dirt tracks in the area, but that is one thing i`m looking forward to. Having a resident and contractor card i have access to all the dirt tracks and area`s around the olga`s and the rock and knowing the locals helps me a lot to find the most beautiful spot . So probably the next post will contain pics of unseen places from this area.

Croc country

First i wanna wish everybody who gets on this blog by coincidence, luck, boredom, mistake, obligation and voluntary a bloody good 2009.

Darwin, the top end, a good way to start a new year in the land of oz. Amazing the differences that you are capable to feel in one nation. Going from four seasons in a day, 3 days of rain in a year and places where the humidity is 99%.

The tropical side of Australia is magnificent, everything is full of life. Colors i never saw, animals i never saw, constantly the feeling you are standing under the shower, not be able to go for a swim in the beautiful ocean, have an adventurous walk in nature trying to avoid all the spiders hanging between the trees, seeing the billabongs while chased by a crocodile, really the perfect place to start a new exciting year.


The wet season, they called it. It rains everyday, and i mean rain. Walking from your door to your car is already enough to feel like you just had a swim. Lucky enough , the few days i was in Darwin, there were a few showers, but mostly the day was pretty dry, except the humidity. I had the chance to visit, together with a good friend, a natural park and some local attractions.

Litchfield park is invaded by termites, who are capable to build exceptional architectural sand formations. Some even taller than six metres. Great waterfalls and streams, and yes, even a nice swim in the warm water is a possibility. No crocs ,only the knowledge of a few billion termites around you, not counting the spiders , snakes and the mozzies. You never felt alone.

Everything is quit relax in the top end, no stress, just enjoying the day . The heat and humidity asks everyone to take it easy, even the animals don`t bother to do something. Just sitting and having a cool beer is enough to sweat like a pig .
The top end is beautiful, life feels like it should feel. Fragile , a stupid decision can cost you a lot, going from dehydrated, bites everywhere and even ending in the stomach of the master of the top end. Everything seems to fight for a place in their environment. Green ants that comes by hundred if you dare to walk bare foots in their territory, and bite you till you decide to take a run for it. After a few days , even a branch on the road start to look like an animal in the distance.

'The master of the top end , the croc, is spectacular to see. The oldest survivor in a world invaded by humans. Seeing those creatures on a cruise in a normal river accessible to everyone shows the value of real wildlife in our environment. Being able to feel alive ! They are even capable to jump a few metres above the water to catch their prey and disappear again under the water.

Lets hope that one day, the human destroyer respect every kind of life, and that its a necessity to learn to live with wildlife instead of conquering it.

Life without wildlife is no life !