My apologies for being so sporadic with the posts of late! But let me explain why…In the last three weeks I’ve gone from Perth to Broome to Fitzroy Crossing to Noonkanbah (*big breath*) back to Fitzroy Crossing to Broome to Perth to Melbourne to Shepparton and all the way back to now be sitting in my little apartment in Broome to bring you this post! And guess what? I’m off to Kununnura on Sunday. So now you know what a gypsy/itinerant life I’m leading and why sadly our beloved blog has been somewhat neglected.

But on the upside, I have had some amazing experiences, some that I may never have had the chance to do and maybe never even have actively sought out being a professed city girl. Whilst in Fitzroy Crossing, we had to fly out to see the kids at a tiny Aboriginal community called Noonkanbah in a tiny one-engine six-seater plane – it was the best fun EVER! Most of the other members of this little expedition had been on many a mini-plane flight before and sat there grumbling about the heat (it’s not air-conditioned!) or quietly nursing their motion-sick heads. As for me – I was grinning like an idiot! I think I even involuntarily let out a little “Whee!” when we hit some turbulence! I bagsed shotgun on the ride back and unashamedly filmed the landing – what a loser! Although I think the pilot was secretly chuffed…

So far, I’ve survived doing solo paediatric clinics essentially out in the middle of nowhere, and met the most beautiful children and the friendliest of hospital staff, all amongst the most gorgeous of landscapes (picture flowing rivers lined by hauntingly white gum trees, ochre red dirt dotted with pot-bellied boabs). If this is any reflection of the rest of my time here, I have a really good feeling about this place. 🙂