The Collision of Aboriginal and European Cultures

A crescent moon greeted me as I cycled away from home in the darkness of 5:30 a.m. The air was refreshingly cool after rain overnight, with the mellow sounds of crickets and awakening birds unexpected...

Parrots

This morning was a rare cloudy one in Townsville, and I was invaded by a restlessness that made it impossible to sit still and write. Instead, I cycled to old haunts near Richard’s house in the subu...

Climate Change, and Townsville’s 10,000 Steps Program

At 5:40 a.m., a kookaburra’s dark laughter carried me out into a new week of running/walking in Townsville, this one with 10 intervals of 4 minutes of running alternated with 2 minutes of walking. O...

Ross Lake Cruise, Townsville

Thunder rumbled overhead, and Mount Stuart was capped by leaden clouds when Vilis and I arrived at Ross Park at 1:45 p.m. A few minutes later, the tour operators for our Lake Ross cruise drove up. The...