"We have finally landed here in Australia and now I find myself over the other side of the world ...
Stepping off the plane was like stepping into an oven and it is around a constant 29 degrees here with no clouds and a really strong UV.
When we got off and met Tamara I thought I was tripping when I saw a large Parrot fly over my head, indeed sir you would have laughed as I really thought it wasn't real
In fact I was in a Wall Mart yesterday and found that they were playing a load of Christmas songs going on about snow sledges and snowmen and Christmas trees and all that crap yet when I looked outside I was seeing heat mirages on the road... They are really into it down here "
On the Plane (left) Mrs Atlas (On the right)
Received Christmas eve from the Dr
This place pictured below is near Esperance and it is on some farmland that a bloke decided to build a replica of Stone Henge...
He was at the gate and was charging people $10 to get in and said he was paranoid about there being a load of hippies turning up (I was itching to tell him that there were tens of thousands of New Age travellers coming this way that we saw, but I would have really been in trouble if I did pity)
Bananas mate just insane...
Forgive them, father, for they know not what they do.....as Jesus once said
There was a crowd of people there about 30 not like back home where there are thousands at the real one....
Then Some woman came out (Farmers wife) in an apron and started going on about how it was all very exciting and this was going to be the third year that they witnessed a glorious sunrise. Trouble was that she came out and did her lecture just as the sun was coming out....I mean yeah right.
New Mail in Jan... deep in the outback.
Have met the Noongar Aboriginal tribe and they are mental, when you meet them you have to say " hello my name is.... Then you have to say "what's your name..." and it's up to them what they tell you. These guys are well secret and I admire them for it..
For example if they don't like you they won't tell you their name and if that happens then you are buggered...
They have told anthropologists in recently that their moon deity is male or masculine but won't tell them the name and just blow raspberries with their mouths...(honest to god I could not make this up....ever)
For example they see themselves as eternal walkers of this continent and travel along ' song lines' in australia, and I tell you man it is vast...barren and is semi desert...
People grow 'mother in laws tongues' money-plants and other stuff you grow as a houseplant
We will have to come here one day although I won't be in too much of a rush as its very hostile....
The wildlife just gets worse..and worse...
Cockroaches are now the size of my hand, and I have now seen 2 snakes one of which I am told if bites you, you have got 2 hours to get to a hospital or die... Red back spiders are here and just go online to check these nasties out...you can get bitten and not know it and die in your sleep which is great....every morning I have to check for spiders, earwigs, cockroaches and small snakes in our clothes..... Also we got caught In a bushfire almost.....and nearly died....
Anyway will be flying home soon and really look forward to it, really look forward to getting home and out of this perpetual heat that has been going on here...
Has been 44 degrees today and we were in Fremantle on the coast, it is a cool weird place with lots going on....but very contained..
At 6pm it was 42 degrees and now at 1:30 in the morning it is 37 which is too hot to sleep..
But am going to try....with the wildlife...
Here at the Ghostwalk Offices we have our favorite websites this is one of them.
Banksy is ace,. Click on the picture (the one above dummy)
(News page on Banksy is worth a look as well.)
Cats & Dogs.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon- Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m.Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m.Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m.Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 183 of My Captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was.
Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches.
The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, he speaks with them regularly.
I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the high metal room, his safety is assured.