The Stolen Generations

There was wind this morning, blessed wind that swept over the Ross River Parkway, refreshing me as I ran and seeming to wipe away Townsville’s summer humidity. Drizzle speckled my skin and clothes a...

Dictated by the Wet

I saw my first crocodile warning sign this morning at a concrete boat ramp giving access to the Ross River in Railway Estate. Warning! It shouted. Achtung! The horizontal, yellow sign showed a styliz...

Parkway Fun and the Future of This Nation

With a cloudy sky offering a reprieve from Townsville’s glaring sun, Vilis and I hopped on our bikes (called push bikes here) at 8:15 a.m. and spent two leisurely hours enjoying the Ross River Parkw...

Australia: A ‘Megadiverse’ Country

By morning, the mesmerizing clouds of last evening had disintegrated into a rumpled grey roof over the Townsville sauna. Darkness still clung to the streets at 5:40 a.m., so I held my watch up close t...