Friday, 21 November 2014

Two weeks

Well, nearly time to leave. It's early morning and the washing is on, noisy in the background but not quite drowning out the morning bird chorus and the wakening day.
Thinking about my time here, various aspects come to mind
* the team seems to be functioning well, and mostly the same as our recent visit
* it was so good to meet several patients again and to build on past visits. One lady saw me in the women's centre and said she'd like to buy my skirt!
* the community is in fighting mode. It's distressing, not only to us: many people are frightened to come out of their homes for shopping or their regular medicine.  They says it's the build up season (humid pre-wet season), or "mango madness". But it's cast a negative shadow on the atmosphere.  The police sent in the task force, once G20 was over, and things are a bit quieter now. But they say it's a superficial peace.  
* many are concerned that it's the children doing the fighting now, "because they can't be arrested" - there is talk of families sending children out to "fight for us".  And they have shotput sized rocks, and steel rods, off cuts from reinforcing rods.  Significant weapons!
* the main reason for me coming was to support and supervise Andrea, the GP registrar here.  It's been great to talk about medical stuff with her.  She's very capable.  We've been the only 2 doctors, till yesterday - a new locum arrived, and I spent time orientating him and helping with the computer program.  After work we had a drive around for some community orientation.
* exercise! I got sore knees walking in the first week, so borrowed some goggles and went swimming the second week, before work. The water temperature is 31-32deg!  I go home to get back on my bike, with the Great Vic Bike Ride starting in a week!
* the school principal and his wife have been here 3 years; they had planned to stay 4, but are leaving soon, very discouraged, feeling like nothing has changed. 

Change!  How challenging in any context.  Perhaps for some people more than others.  Certainly it's a process to embrace, with creativity, and openness.  Our ideas of how to achieve it may be partly wrong, or even totally ineffective.
Did anyone see "First Contact" on SBS this week? A 3-part series, 6 white Aussies immersed in Aboriginal culture for a month. It's very interesting! Highly edited I suppose, but it raises so many things, and it was great to see the ways they changed.  It was also great to hear the stories of the people they met, and the positive things that are happening, as well as the reality of life in various contexts. Try and see it!

So, I leave here on the afternoon plane, hang about in the airport, fly home overnight, pick up the car and drive home!  Might be home by 9am, which is 24 hours from now!  Feels a bit surreal.. A different world.  But I'm very much looking forward to getting home, seeing Tim, and Andy, Cathy and the girls are coming to stay for the week.  How good will that be!


Sunday, 9 November 2014

Back to Wadeye!

Starting this blog while flying to Darwin - heading for a 2 week Locum in Wadeye.  By myself! 
Tim is staying home to keep things ticking over at work in Leongatha.  (and I'm hoping he has time for some bike rides - we're going on the Great Victorian Bike Ride a week after I get home)
It feels quite strange going to Wadeye alone, and I know I'll miss Tim a lot. There is always the phone, and Skype...
We've just had a great week off. We had a flying holiday! In both senses of the word.  We went with our good friends from Warrnambool, Phil & Lynne Carter.  What an adventure! We flew with Andy Kube in a Cessna 210.  Andy is Tim's cousin, and it was great to spend time together.  Andy  did such a great job with the plane and the trip. 

We flew from Essendon, to Flinders Ranges the first night.  Such great views of Wilpena Pound.  

The next day we got to Birdsville, and stayed in the iconic Birdsville Hotel.  An amazing sunset tour to the edge of the desert. So hot there! 

The "waddi" trees are a type of wattle & can live to 1,000 years old. 

On the way to Coober Pedy the next day we flew over Lake Ayre, and stopped at William Creek - a very small town, a long way from anywhere, with a hotel! There's a flying business based there, and the senior pilot made us espresso coffees and then told stories about dingo baiting flights. 

Coober Pedy was so interesting. 80% of the people live underground! Our hotel was underground too. We had a great tour, just our group and the guide, exploring, visiting underground churches, a museum-home, opal mines.  They say there are a million mine holes in Coober Pedy! 
Beautiful desert colours at the Breakaways, near Coober Pedy.

Our last night was on Kangaroo Island, at a lovely B&B with its own airstrip.  And the use of a car for exploring! We were too late for Granny Stirling's Devonshire tea at Penneshaw, but the Thai takeaway was great. That night we watched ".     ". So good to hear of real examples from Northern Ireland, Israel-Palestine, Rwanda.  Real people struggling with such tough issues.  Perhaps there is hope for the world after all.
Pink lakes on the way to Kangaroo Island 

We stayed near American River

Lovely beach - not sure it's the best in the world though 

We flew back to Essendon along the Coorong, and the south Coast of Victoria. Great views of 
Warrnambool, The Twelve Apostles, Wye River, the Heads, Melbourne! 
Taxiing off - our hosts watching the plane leave
Wye River



Such a fabulous trip. It was great to fly low. As I write I'm at 30,000 feet or so. Not easy to see much below! We so enjoyed the desert patterns and the paddock art; pink lakes and the coastline; wind farms and airstrips. Andy's business is A Kube Aviation - check out the website.

So Wadeye is next. I'll be there at 9am tomorrow, which is great, because initially I couldn't get a flight till Tuesday.  I was going to have to work in the Darwin office of the Department of Health, supporting Wadeye by phone.  Not ideal! 
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Have now arrived, eaten, shopped for starting groceries - all ready for tomorrow. During dinner, I saw "Muryil", the pied imperial pigeon - Muryil is the name my Yolgnu sister gave to Tim. So that was special.