Memory Hill

Just back from a twenty day spiritual road. And it’s already march. Six months further in my new Australian life.A twenty days trip trying to reach the top of the hill. 

We are almost there , the top is at our reach. But also my physical state was at his top. I cursed myself building the track further and further away. Every day i had to walk up the hill and down the hill, but every day we made the track longer and longer. A 16 minutes walk up the hill became a struggling of 34 minutes walk torturing my poor muscles. Drilling post holes and building bridge constructions to reach the top . Opening the way for industrial evolution. 

Thousand of years of untouched fauna and flora are waken up by the hammer drill shaken up the foundation of hill. Little lizards, spiders the size of a golf ball don’t know what ’s happening. Soon there will be a car driving up the track, and even maybe in a thousand year future people will gather around the holy place like they do at Rio. Little markets selling the cross in a miniature version. Hundreds of people doing the march to the cross as penance. The first house will be build and permanent residents are settling there. Or, maybe just in time, the track will be overgrown with weed and grass, a lonely statue standing on hill as a time marker , and future archaeologist will try to put a theory together who build that strange structure on the top of the hill in the middle of nowhere, maybe a lost civilisation, or a race out of space.

It has indeed something spiritual , the place. The name already has a spiritual meaning. “Memory hill” . What’s  life then just a memory, a memory in a mind , true or false, created or experienced. How many times a day we think about memories. 

Damned , twenty days bush on a hill is maybe not so a good idea for the mind. Enough of memories, and certainly walking every day up and down the hill. Soon i ‘ll have a industrial vehicle to drive up that hill. There is still a few metres left before there is a track up to the top, but the mountain is almost conquered and then the real work will start. Building a 20 metres cross and 3 metres wide. 

Can’t wait to get started and to see what spiritual lights are gonna shine on me. 

The cross

Damned, i’m trying to catch up with time. Time just goes so fast. My blog is been silent for a while now. Even old and new year are a memory somewhere in the back of my mind.
Where do i start to catch up with time.

Another bush job , a religious one this time. They called it the million dollar cross. Up a hill , the aboriginal community wanna place a cross of 20 metres high looking over the emptiness of the beautiful outback.
But to get the material on top of the hill , there need to be a track. So that’s the first thing we have to do. Building a track , starting from ground level . I felt as a pioneer, conquering new ground. Building a road to the future. A road to spiritual guidance. 
But it didn’t felt spiritual. Drilling post holes in rock is not a spiritual thing. Covered and splat with hot oil from a drill that tries to get trough solid rock. Going 1 cm deep every 5 minutes. But the pioneer in me was stubborn, so i never gave up on the holes or track. And slowly a track was forming to the top of the hill. There are a lot of things that goes trough your mind doing a job like this. Having smoko on some hot steel where you could cook an egg, over viewing the endless outback with wild horses playing beneath you. You think about those black and white picture of old man sitting , walking on steal beams several metres high above the ground, working at a steel skyscraper. I almost felt walking back in time. Maybe it was spiritual anyway.

Two weeks went by as it was two days. 
Back in Alice i was still living at the garage, but had a week of housekeeping. I went from garage bump to house keeper. And the luxe that goes with it. Coming to the house after a days work and plunch in the swimming pool and stay there till the stars where shining. Old year went by , somewhere between those days. Even missed the visit of friends of one of my past life’s. 
During that time i moved to a private unit, a place of my own. My travel bag finally unpacked and the few things are scattered around the new place now. 

Back to our Greek friend, finishing the language centre where 215 different aboriginal dialects will be spoken. Indulging in the food at sporties. Life is quit easy that way. I don’t have to cook or do dishes , Just work and get some tucker. It’s been a strange time , going from one place to another , having no home, or some 16743 km away. The climate that was really different then i experienced the years i spend in Alice and the rock. The red centre was gone, it was all green. endless golf courses where spread in front of you. Water crossings on the only highway that goes from south to north Australia. Lakes and waterholes. Even drying your clothes on the cloth line was an dangerous and risky task. The only sound you hear around Alice are the whipper snippers trying to catch up with the growing weed and grass all around the place. Birds everywhere, even stic

ked on the front bumper of the car after a drive of 500k’s trough booming wildlife. 

Tropical

I’m still living on NT time, the unit i supposed to move in , is not ready yet. 

Still living in the back shed of a mate. The good thing about is that i have been able to train the dogs not to bark anymore when i’m a sleep. Just one of my dogs , an old fellow don’t want to listen to me. But it’s understandable. How older you get how less you listen to other people, how less you care about others opinion about you. So i don’t blame the old fellow.

But i didn’t stay long in Alice after my night dreaming in palm valley. Another job was waiting in Tennant creek. A drive of 6 hours, truck loaded full of steel , on a 600 K’ s highway with two turn off’s. We had to build a language centre for the indigenous people. A centre where you could train in  all kinds of different dialect of the aboriginal language. But i still didn’t figured it out how they gonna accommodate all those dialects in a building that size, if you know that every village in the outback has his own way of shouting there dialect.

Tennant creek , a small town of 4000 , is situated above the tropical Capricorn , and i definitely felt it. Standing whole day under a shower trying to do a job gives you quit a craving for food. Luckily we could go every night to the local sporties,  a sport club where meals were served , and again lucky for us , they didn’ follow the guidance of the heavy weight club.

On a week a half two guys erected a decent size of building. And we had the chance to get acquainted with a Greek guy. We were invited to his place. Amazing the things you run into, In the middle of the outback you find yourself a concrete drive way from a mile long to end up at a villa surrounded by Greek aphrodite’s  and a cool room where you get lost between the four x gold and Carlton dry’s. A host that sees you never are thirsty again and welcomes you in is humble house as you were a lost family member. But luckily we had a job to do , otherwise i would still have a hangover now two weeks later.