I am haunted by seeing the northern edge of my country, particularly the Kimberley region and Kakadu. You can travel the world and see the great centres of human culture and that’s fine but the Deep North is something else. There was no road access to the lodge we stayed at in the Kimberley…so we sat crammed in a light plane and watched the miles and miles of plains and rivers pass by below. Once there, we spent days exploring the waterholes around the Berkeley River and the great sandstone gorge it snakes through.
Kakadu was more populated with tourists but equally mind-altering in its grandeur and untouchability. Both places felt as if the Dreamtime storylines continue to sing to sensitive ears. Our aboriginal guides wanted us to hear the distant voices of ancient time.
Maybe we did.