A time of just passing the time. An intermezzo in life. After the storm there is always silence. Its seems that it is also true for life. A few months of just passing the time by working, eating ,sleeping and dreaming of how the next storm will look like.
The biggest highlights the last month are loosing my wisdom piece by piece. I just have one fourth of my wisdom left. And i will loose that too. Not the alcohol infecting my brain, but an melbourian dentist that flies in every two months, and has the greatest pleasure in pulling teeths. I have too confess its a bit scary to loose your wisdom teeths in the middle of the outback, imagining middle age clamps and devices to pull out a teeth. But no, civilisation is catching up here in Yulara.The assistant is just a girl that works in the supermarket and the tools are from a few years back, with a few important ones missing. Its seems that in the dessert its always a matter of improvisation. But hey, i survived with no spastic left overs in my body, just a few days of learning to eat again.
Another highlight in my working days is been hold up by two rookie cops that the force sends up here to ennoy us. A place where the speed limit is the exiting 40 ks an hour with one racetrack of 60 ks an hour. A zone where ,if you are lucky , encounter a car every 4 hours. A place with the longest drive of max 5 minutes (otherwise you are up for a drive of at least 5 hours)and works that create a habit to forget about the seat belt. So yep, they send us two melborian coppers who are living in a million city where stress , haste and million of cars rules to fine us. They leave you behind with a fine that bangs your head on the stearing wheel, seatbelt or not.
A time of an exiting intermezzo in an aboriginal community, far far away in a desolate kingdom. 300 k`s of dirt, just red dirt washed away and no coppers around, so #$%# the seat belt. A week of working with the constant melody of the gensets. Even at night waking up to put out the humming of the airco and noticing it didn`t matter. It wasn`t the airco that was singing in my ears. Waking up, working and sleeping, really very exiting. A good thing the dingo`s were keeping us busy.
A reunion with my old past. A flemish night out with a nice group of aalstenaren i met with my fellow workingboys .And like always belgian know how the party, Even after closing time of the bar ,we didn`t stop, we were just warming up. So we ended up at gilesstreet number one , ennoying the sleeping contractor that was unfortunate staying that time at the house. Aks contests, filosophical debats, diplomatic fysical relations between canada and our casanova , life questions, end of the world issues. Noticing that i couldn`t speak any language anymore. My flemish was mixed with english and my aussie language was mixed with flemish.
And again a drive to docker river. A few repairs needed to be done. Flying over the dirt , leaving a dust cloud behind, probably noticeable in alice springs. It was amazing to see how wildlife was flowering. I probably broke the record of roadkills that day. Birds everywhere. In the sky, on the dirt, on the trees , on the windscreen, in the radiator, underneath the wheels, You just couldn`t avoid them. And not to mention the horny devils , scared to death by a flying car over there heads. The lonely innocent snake travelling across the road , wondering why the hell he deserved to end this way.
Anyway, life continues at the rock, like it`s been going for ages.