I've been in Kununurra for just over a week now and I still haven't reached a consensus with myself about the time here. It's been really hard, but I don't work well unless the pressure is on. It's been messy and uncomfortable, but that was one of the reasons I came. It's been enlightening and I've made relationships with a few people at the very least that I'll treasure for a while. I'm sure next week when I've enjoyed the comforts of home for a few days I'll appreciate the trip as a whole a bit more. But right now all I can think about is my little corner in Smyth Rd and how badly I miss it.
We went camping in El Questro this weekend and more than anything it confirmed my ambition to drive across the US as my next big trip. I really enjoyed the comradery I've built up with some folks, but as anyone who has known me since high school can tell you, I freakin' hate camping. I can see the appeal the romanticism toward it, but its just not for me. That's not to say I didn't enjoy the weekend away.
We hiked up Emma Gorge yesterday which was spectacular. After an hour hike we slipped into the freezing water at the bottom of the gorge and after about 5 minutes I decided I couldn't take the cold any more so I lay on a rock like a lizard and got way too much sun. But it was peaceful and lovely.
The drive back to the campsite insisted music so I listened to Nick Drake (again for the one billionth time in the last few weeks) and I just fell in love with him again. On the way back to Kununurra today I listened to him again (Jesus, get over him right?), Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds and Paul Kelly. All desert/outback appropriate choices I like to think. We're back in the office now and 3 sleeps away from home. Boubar, get ready for me!
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