Dog Shooters & Roof-Top Tents – The Nullarbor, Australia
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
…My left knee jams under the accelerator grip, and the next thing I know, I’ve lost power, lost my balance and I’m toppling, slowly and gracelessly toward the ground. A group of monks are laughing at me uproariously. I pick myself up with Buddhist humility, and ride slowly and carefully out the temple gate… Flashback:…
While we weave, Bianca tells us a story… “Mum has always been an activist. She has always been a proud and vocal Aboriginal woman, but when I was in my teens I was ashamed of who I was. I grew up in a context that was profoundly racist. At school I was regularly…
“…I froze. Sitting in the shade beside a gumtree only a dozen metres from where I was, there was a bloke wearing a camo jumper, with an Uzi in his lap. I backed up real slow and walked back to the house..” Hitching north from Bairnsdale, I was picked up by a friendly bloke…