Politics seems a long way away as I enjoy a day off, even though Darwin is synonymous with politics for me. As I move around the city I recall the long days of campaigning in the 2007 election. Streets are familiar and I know I must have door knocked particular houses.
I restrain my attraction to brightly coloured clothes in tropical prints and Balinese batik, reminding myself that I live in Melbourne.
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I noticed a tree in the Smith Street Mall has been yarn bombed, including a cheeky caterpillar and reflect that you'd have to do something with your knitting up here - too hot to wear it!
It's a beautiful time of year up here. The air is dry and warm. The skies endlessly blue. The mornings and evenings are gorgeous. This morning, I woke just before dawn with a breeze blowing through the wall of louvers in my bed room. Palm trees planted close to the house combined with the sound of unfamiliar birds give the feeling of being somewhere in the jungle. What a beautiful environment in which to surface to consciousness.
I took my friend for dinner at Stokes Hill Wharf to take in my final night in Darwin. The boats out in the harbour shone their lights and the water changed colour as the sun set. We ate oysters so fresh they tasted of the sea, barramundi and prawns. It was dark when we left and the place was still crowded with people.
Whenever I come to Darwin I find the place so appealing. The lifestyle feels more laid back and the tropical weather lends an air of permanent holidays. Thinking about winter back home in Melbourne, I feel the lure. Then I hear about rents and remember the cost of living and the distance from everywhere and remember what the build up to the wet season is like. I wonder whether I can find a way to work here during the dry season and be in Melbourne for the rest of the year? That would be ideal.
|Night sky from Stokes Hill Wharf, Darwin|
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