Two Yanks Downunder

A blog about the experiences of two Americans on their first visit to the fabulous continent of Australia

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Back Out

Returning to the hotel after dinner, I telephoned Wendy to find out how her day had been. She was unable to accompany us since she had her evening class on Thursday night. Class had gone well and some students were gearing up for the footy meeting and all or almost all for the Fremantle Prison tour later on Friday night.

We wound up exchanging a couple of calls since my mobile was "somehow" set on SILENT and I was unable to remove that feature. Further tries and tests proved unsuccessful so I remain phone mute.

The next morning I woke up not feeling very well. Could it be a hangover I wondered? We just had not had very much to drink, but maybe alcholol is stronger South of the Equator? Turned out not to be that, there was no dizziness and the room was not spinning. Rather, fever and chills and muscle craps with the annoying upset intestines and stomach had control of my physical being, and it was only 6:00 a.m.

The clock was ticking, room check out was 11:00 a.m. and John would be at a business meeting until 1:00!

I had planned to spend time sightseeing in Geraldtown, which has a couple of noteworthy museums and historical sites, but now those intentions would have to be altered. Instead I got to spend the next several hours walking back and forth between the bed and bathroom. I telephoned Wendy to let her know about my situation only to discover that she too was unwell. We were having our first bouts illness in OZ! During the last few decades Asian flu has been a periodic problem for Americans, but is there such a thing as Aussie flu? Will I bring it back with me to MN?

Matters blessedly worked out all right on the return journey. The worst passed for me by the time John was ready to go, and the hotel folks let me stay in my room until noon and then let me read in the lobby while I waited. The last major bout of things to be expelled ended before I had to get into the car for the 6 to 7 hour drive home, thank goodness.

( St. Francis Xavier Cathedral which Don saw fromthe outside and would have gone into if he had been feeling better.)

John was quite understanding about things, asking if I still wanted to return on the Midlands Road; a longer way back to Fremantle, but a different way with varied scenery. I decided to live boldly and indicated that was the way we should go, stick to our original plans. Besides, on country roads, there are always numerous secluded spots to serve one when nature calls (and perhaps calls and calls again).

This drive through the bluffs or range was beautiful in spite of the effects of the drought. There were numerous and different tall trees and more scrub trees and folliage. John pointed out more features about the land, which was rich in types of soil and which was not, and how the ranges differed from the coastal plains we had been through on Thursday. There were also numerous flocks of different birds: white cockatoos, grey and pink parrots, colorful green parrots, and even black eagles. We went through seemingly endless rolling hills and valleys and occassionally small towns dotted the highway at lenghty intervals.

There were numerous grazing fields with thousands upon thousands of sheep and lambs and some with cattle. John indicated how due to the lack of rain, there was not enough grass in the fields to carry them over in future months and that many would have to be given feed (which is almost unheard of here compared to back home in MN) and others would have to go to market.

Near dusk, we went through the town of New Norcia. A Benedictine mission is present here, with distinctly European architecture to the cathedral, the abbey and two colleges (high schools) one for males and one for females. John's father and uncles were sent away to school in this town back before World War II.

I returned to the house just about 7:30 p.m. Wendy was just leaving for Port Lodge in preparation for the Fremantle Prison tour, but I was too exhausted to accompany her. Also, I knew that if one of the prison actors popped out of the dark and startled me that my body might not handle it in the best manner! Better rest up and try to get healthy soon.


At 11:03 AM, Blogger whoami123 said...


We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

At 12:49 PM, Blogger Wendy and/or Don said...

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At 12:59 PM, Blogger Wendy and/or Don said...

Lots of food for thought. I'm still working on the Allison Hayward quote about the common culture of our youth, but I'm with you on the humor.

At 1:07 PM, Anonymous min said...

That would've been such a lovely trip if you'd been well.

What is that Yellow and black stripey thing? It's pretty, but disturbingly frightening. Tell me it's just a flower and not a bug!

At 1:15 PM, Blogger Wendy and/or Don said...

I'm pretty sure its a bug, but real close up. I thought all beauty was disturbing. Isn't that the point?


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