I find myself here in Darwin in the so called “dry season!” It is winter everywhere else in Australia. While my family pile on more jumpers, watch the fog roll in as they rise, light the fire each evening and prepare for the usual neighbourhood bonfire this coming long weekend, my husband and I have landed in the Top End, a place where winter doesn’t really exist. Everyone here tells me that we are lucky to have arrived now while it is “cool” so that we have time to acclimatise before the “wet season” hits but my clothes are already sticking to me every time I leave the air conditioning. I find it somewhat reminiscent of our two years in Thailand some twenty odd years ago. Tropical climate, humidity, palm tree lined streets, tiled floors, even to the extent that the stairs in our rented house are awkwardly unexpected heights. I keep finding things in the house that don’t work or kitchen utensils not supplied. It is amazing how inventive with the cooking you can be when you don’t have transport to just pop down to the shops to pick up a missing item. I feel like I an an expats wife all over again but someone forgot that Darwin is still in Australia! The only difference is that this time I don’t have three babies desperately hanging off me for love and support.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. My husband is gone by 5:00am
and doesn’t return til 6:00pm 6 days a week so I have plenty of time to
myself to contemplate my writing. That is when I can get into the swing
of things. We have only been here a week and so far I have been busy
setting up the house and admiring the amazing view over the ocean. I
admit I can waste a bit of time staring out across the bay watching the
yachts sail past. I thought the kangaroos on my property back home could
be a distraction but I’m finding the sea quite a draw card. The sunsets
have been stunning! Each evening they have provided something new and
spectacular, the ash cloud wafting across from the Indonesian Island of
Bali has certainly added to the intensity of the colours.
So, I need to make a plan. Walk first thing in the morning, early,
really early! Before the heat and humidity get to me. I am older than
what I was twenty years ago after all! Swim a few laps in the pool to
cool down, you can’t swim in the ocean, too many crocodiles, sharks and
jellyfish! (I do want to live). Then I’ll still have a few good hours at
my computer to check emails, facebook and finally WRITE!
One of my projects I’m considering writing (as well as my children’s
books) is “Snippets from Thailand, an expat wife’s memories.” Would it
make interesting reading? What do you think?