EGG SOUP The sun lingered above the horizon as we returned from a hike to our campsite at the base of Mount Woodroffe. ‘Ah, an early tea,’ Dad said. ‘It’s always best to cook while there’s daylight. We can make an early start.’ ‘Well, after that disappointing jaunt to find that damned waterhole you […]Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (5)"
SHELTERED [Extract from Tracking with the T-Team: Pilgrimage to Central Australia 1981] Swaddled in my comfortable cocoon, I listened to the wind howling. An angry torrent of wind struck the camp, kicking over billies and sending flames from my campfire darting across the sand. I yawned and pulled the groundsheet over my bedding. […]Read more "THE STORM"
ERNABELLA: Their Country and the Broken Trailer ‘This land belongs to the Pitjantjatjara people,’ Dad said to me. I sat in the front seat while he negotiated the corrugations, bumps and lumps of the poor excuse of a graded road. Abandoned cars, just shells really, languished in the scrub each side of the […]Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (4)"
NOW YOU KNOW…
Year Ten at high school, and you could say I went to school each day with a big virtual sign on my back that read, “Kick Me”.
Dad was on a mission to reach Ernabella and not even corrugations on the unsurfaced road were going to get in his way.Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (3)"
Only a minute, that’s all it took. A shiny brown rock caught my attention. Then it hopped.Read more "PERSPECTIVES: LOST"
THE CHALLENGES Challenge Number 1: How to worship in the desert? The next day, warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, but no Central Australian safari can qualify as a safari without challenges—especially at the beginning while the crew adjusted to the conditions and different personalities. Dad, of course, being […]Read more "TRAVELLING WITH THE T-TEAM (2)"