Continuing on the Cook's Tour of Darwin, I took the camera further afield. I don't get out much so it was a bit of a surprise to find the place has changed a bit in the last 25 years. You see, I only ever go where Chrisitne wants to go and thats usually to the shops.Can you take pictures in shops?'
I live a bit out of Darwin city in a satellite city called Palmerston. Its really middle class slums with big homes and even bigger mortgages. There are some areas which would be considered Working Class but I'm not allowed to go there. Something about overweight, hairy-faced people with rough manners, tattooed bodies, mean dogs, even meaner children who drink a great deal and attend strange rituals such as football matches and mud racing. And that's just the women!
Some of my neighbours don't mow their lawns all that often.
Its too hot most of the year to go outside to the government passed some anti-smoking laws to get people out into the sunlight for their daily dose of vitamin D
We are surrounded by water on 3 sides so there is a bit of activity in the afternoon down by the shore. No-one swims in the water. Its full of strange and mysterious things including box jellyfish, crocs and tourist who don't know better. Our coastline manages to kill off at least a dozen or so tourists each year, Some go in volunterily, some by accident and the rest, well, who knows. Most of them are Irish. What can I say?
Just to make sure everyone has a chance to get eaten or stung the local council has constructed a tourist attraction of sorts along the waterfront called. strangely and imaginatively enough 'The Waterfront'. This allows tourists to be eaten or stung collectively, saving the council transport costs tothe local hospital or morgue. You can even live there and each evening look over the scene from your balcony as the council workers drag sunburnt bodies from the water.