“Can you knock on my door and wake me before you go to bed tonight?”
“Why,” asked my Greek landlady, “are you getting up at that hour?” “What,” I responded, “are you doing still pottering around at 3am?”
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“Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!”
The young woman's screams echoed across the hillside, attracting several bemused onlookers, while the guide edged her towards the platform’s limits. “Don’t push me!” “Oh my gosh. Impossible. Turn around, please.”
Ahead, four near-empty traffic lanes stretched across Brisbane’s Gateway Bridge. I continued driving along, ignoring the persistent voice. It was meant to be a rest day.
Instead, it turned out to be a hot, exhausting six-hour return trek which ended with hostilities and a demand for horses. |
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I acknowledge the traditional Custodians of the land on which I work and live, the Gubbi Gubbi / Kabi Kabi and Joondoburri people, and recognise their continuing connection to land, the waters and sky. I pay my respect to them and their cultures; and to Elders past, present and emerging.
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