Vanishing in Australia
Oops, so I haven’t posted in over a month. I suppose I’ll blame it on Australia. I couldn’t possibly blame myself?
The last you heard from me I was in China. Both the terrible and the decent happened to me there. Now, 3 months later (in real time) I think I’ve finally recovered fully from that experience. But I departed from China on a plane and landed in Cairns, Australia. New country, new outlook. I had plans and experiences to be had. My past grievances were to be left there; in my past. I would start new in the bright and sunny country down under.
And Australia delivered. It was hot. Scorching to be precise. The temperatures were reaching highs of 38 during the day. And coming straight from Canadian winter (Why do I always do this to myself and my poor white skin?) it was beyond shocking to the system. From past experiences I knew my habit of walking outside without sunscreen or a water bottle and quickly succumbing to the elements. Heat stroke has become a pattern of mine. New sunshine destination, another encounter with heat stroke. I know me and I knew it would happen. Even as I am conscious of my stupidity in this regard, it is as if a wall is built the instant I see the sunshine between my common sense and my actions. So I gave myself heat stroke. It had to be done, I had to get it over with. What can I say…Oops?
But luckily I had Marin. A wonderful lady who invited me into her home and welcomed me into her family for a week. I was couchsurfing in Cairns. They have a young daughter, Pearl, who is a sparkling ray of smiling sunshine. She was bright and vibrant and I couldn’t be more thankful to her. Why? Because having a young child in the house meant bedtime was early, 8pm. This corresponded delightfully with my jet lag, and my tendency to be an early riser. I could read quietly in the evenings and know I wasn’t being rude to my hosts by being alone. Also, such as any mother to a child, Marin instructed Pearl wear sunscreen, a hat, and sunglasses. And the natural tendency to obey a mothers command saw me complying with Marin’s directions to Pearl. Just like the good child I always was. (Right Mom?)
And the week was spent in complete comfort. I spent my days in the city wandering around aimlessly. I even took a day-trip to the Great Barrier Reef. A lazy Sunday at the Creek. Evenings spent conversing over dinner on the open patio in Marin’s backyard. I was relaxing and loving this lifestyle. It’s surprising how much you can let go of when you land in another country. Complete mentality shift. I was in Australia, the weather was fine, the people were kind, and I felt welcomed. I was enjoying the simple things in life which I had ignored for so long.
So thank you Marin, Jim, and Pearl. For inviting me in to your home and your family. For sharing your life with me, even temporarily, and providing me a strong sense of connection. You made my welcome to Australia better than I imagined. I’ll always think of you when I remember Australia.