Never smile at a crocodile?

I did and I survived

Day three of “chicks on holiday adventure in Darwin”

Wow what a day.

Adelaide river here we come. I loved the drive inland. Only a couple of hours. Great roads, easy driving. Peaceful! It was wakeful meditation.

Mum and I head out with to meet Captain Harry, a fervent conservationist on the Adelaide River to watch him feed the crocodiles, learn and just be in the croc moment.

I pre-warn them about my mums mobility problems. She was met and escorted onto a boat by Captain Harrys son Sean. I look at her with much love thinking jeez you’re a quick worker mum. “Look at you” I say to her, “you’ve got a man on your arm within five minutes of getting here.”

I’m about to meet mine, “the dominator”a 5 1/2 metre long 80 year old, more mums vintage but I was intrigued.

Harry told us “ we have to watch this one” he is an aggressive bugger, cranky, and will eat anyone or anything who comes into his patch.

Now Brutus, while still the old man at 100 years young, larger than the dominator, was reported to be gentle and beautiful, for a crocodile that was, he would reportedly pop his head up and look into the boat to see what was going on and if there was any food for him. Gentle and beautiful is more up my alley, At 100 he has barely any teeth left but could still crush you between his jaws mind you. I chose not to test out this theory! Who knows that song, “never smile at a crocodile? “

Well I did. I smiled at Brutus, I talked to Brutus. As I do, crazy animal lady, I talk to animals. I spoke to Brutus, I smiled at Brutus, I was enamoured by Brutus. I do believe Big old Brutus smiled back at me.

Or was that him sizing up his next meal?

Captain Harry did remind me, not to hang over the side of the boat as they may confuse me with food. Do I resemble a buffalo?

I was amazed by these creatures, there very size and magnificence. The dominator and Brutus were the stars of the day for me, We did meet a few others along our path, females only 2.5 metres, young males a mere 3.5 metres, tiny! A mother protecting her babies. She did at that. As we drifted into wards the bank, she flew through the water, up onto the bank and protected. A mother is a mother human or animal. The river calm, still and peaceful even in the moments as the croc approaches, silent, a splash as he erupts from the water and the smack of jaws slamming shut on a poor unsuspecting bird. They are quick!

Captain Harry shared his part of the river and it’s history, now in his 80s, he is still trying to protect crocodiles and their babies from the money makers exploiting these “protected” animals from government which allows egg collection and the use of their skins for the luxury goods industries.

In their efforts, they try to cover the nests of croc eggs so they are not in visible from overhead. The commissioned groups that fly overhead looking for nests. Crocodiles lay round 50 eggs, only once a year, these stealers of life, come in and take every single egg, not even even leaving a few for the poor mother. It’s heartbreaking what we do to animals. But you all know how I feel about that.

The day was fabulous backed up by a beer at the famous Humpty Doo Hotel. Most famous for its hamburgers, which I did not indulge in. Buffalo, Barramundi, and crocodile burgers were not for my palate. I scoured the menu for a vegan burger. Not one insight. But jeez that beer went down well.

Now I’m looking for Duncan, coz I need to have “a beer with Duncan me mate!”

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt – #writephoto

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A seed is planted

A seed is planted

Growth begins

Healthy roots equals solid values

We grow our foundation,

spreading deep within

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The trunk

Unwavering solidity

Withstanding storms

It sways, but it stands strong

Reflecting our enduring integrity

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The branches

Different paths and lessons

in one lifetime

Diverse journeys,

various directions

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The leaves

are cycles we experience on our way

Like the branches

Some stay

Some fly away

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Others will fall

Some branches are very long

And outlast them all

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Writephoto -Thursday photo prompt with Sue Vincent

Weirdos walkabout

We experienced the sport of Rogaining today.

What’s that you ask?

That’s a great question!

The standard definition goes like this: –

Rogaining is the sport of long distance cross-country navigation in which teams of two to five members visit as many checkpoints as possible in the specified time. Here in Victoria, Australia, rogaines are typically run over periods of 6, 12 or 24 hours. In a bush rogaine teams travel entirely on foot, navigating by map and compass between checkpoints in terrain that varies from open farmland to hilly forest.

How the weirdo walkabout in Inverloch definition went is like this

Our event was more of a community based, fun event, even though we had elite athletes enter, yes we had ironman team enter our event and consequently win.

Suggestions for things we needed to bring on our event day:

* mandatory: pen ✅

* recommended: rain jacket, hat, sunscreen, sunglasses, water bottle, $$ for coffees, suitable footwear ✅

* consider: card table for your map during route planning ❌ next time we will spend more time pre-planning. Well this was our first rogaine.

A few of our rules

➢ all team members must remain within speaking distance of each other throughout the event –

The urge was there for the experienced runners to charge ahead. No we must stay together. Of course then we would experience the middle age bladder, the need for one to go to the toilet, the others have to wait. Of course, not everyone needs to go at the same time, so 15 minutes later, patiently waiting again as another MA (middle ager) goes.

Missing an opportunity to gain further points we would watch dishearteningly as other teams would pass us… was that a smirk I just saw on that team leaders face? Come on hurry up hurry up.

➢ go to checkpoints in any order; go to as many as you can & want to in allotted time.

We worked out about halfway through that we should’ve gone to the outermost destinations on the map. They were worth higher points. Focus more on getting our bonus points, such as eating and drinking in designated cafes and photo opportunities with the multitude of peculiar and well known stuffed toys around the region.

➢ you must go to the checkpoint to get the answer – no guessing or using Internet, or submitting answers you have prior knowledge of.

I was tempted.

➢ Start event at or after 9am :- hooter to sound at 9am.

No problems there! We arrived at 8:15 am we were ready to roll at 9 am.

➢ return completed clue sheet by 1pm :- 10 point penalty for every 1 minute late.

We handed in our map and answered questions at 12:56 pm

➢ points are the checkpoint number rounded to 10s, eg for #83, 80 points, for #102, 100 points; wrong answer gets penalty of equivalent points.

Our last hour was spent on the outskirts of Inverloch, scoring ourselves hundreds of points.

➢ Bonus points: State names of soft toys when you locate them;  where photos required, tick box once photo taken, & show scorers photos at finish; bring receipts from designated cafes (1 receipt per team per cafe at which one or more team members ate or drank)

we did, we photographed, we laughed.

➢ call Weirdo’s Walkabouts if needing clarification regarding any checkpoints or clues:- 3 calls per team allowed (mobile numbers will be on notice board at event entry station)

No calls were made by us!

This fabulous event took a group of 8 women who represent the middle age / peri menopausal group being 45 plus, to the beautiful beachside hamlet of Inverloch that saw us navigate in bush, beach, up and down hills, into cafes, checking letter boxes, climbing trees, locating soft toys found by utilising some part of the middle age brain that no longer functions in peri menopausal women. Somehow we deciphered the cryptic clues, went on to produce some classic photos taken with, Shrek, pooh bear, Spiderman, a dodo bird and many others. Basically we were running / walking all across and around this lovely town. Finding shade amongst the lush green surroundings, enjoying a quiet moment, well, as quiet as eight women giggling together can be and whilst appreciating the protection from the wind and rain in a small cavern set inside the beach mountain.

Locating weird and wonderful destinations to find yet another answer to another crazy question. We delighted in some local artwork and sculptures, for a brief moment the sun shone upon us, enjoying the beautiful scenery and surroundings that our non competitive competition took us on.

No no, this is not competition, we are not being competitive, we are raising money for a charity, enjoying the day and spending time with each other.

We laughed at and with each other over 4 hours. Stopping for a short respite at the nominated cafes, “a long black coffee please”, “a latte”, “I’ll have that pie” another of our crew yelled, “please can we have a receipt with that”. Each purchase at a designated cafe earned us another 50 points. Yesss, we would scream as we ticked yet another box to earn another 150 points.

Pre Rogaine

The morning started something like this

Alarms going from 7 am. Eight women in one apartment, however, very thankful for the two bathrooms and toilets.

“Are you having breakfast”? “No I’m not hungry”. “You better eat, it’s gonna be hours before we can eat again”. “Okay I’ll have a coffee and some toast”. “I’m going to have some muesli”, “do you want some muesli”? “No I’m gonna have scrambled eggs, who wants scrambled eggs”? “no I’m not hungry”, “oh okay I better have some scrambled eggs”. “I’ll have some avocado as well please, 2 pieces of toast”, (seriously & you are not hungry) “Oh it looks cold outside, it’s raining”. “Are you wearing a beanie”? “I’m gonna wear my crop top and my jacket, I get hot sweats, I don’t want to overheat”. It’s 9°, do you really think you are going to overheat”? “Ok I will I’ll put a T-shirt over my crop top”. “I’m wearing my thermals and my jacket, plus my waterproof jacket” “What if you get hot”? “I’ll tie it around my waist”. “Won’t that be annoying”? “I don’t think I’ll get too hot, I feel the cold”. “do you think maybe I should wear a warm jacket”? “Yes I do”. “Gloves, who is wearing gloves” ? Yes me, me , me, I’m taking gloves, “do you have a spare pair of gloves”? “yes I do, do you want me to bring them for you”? “No! I should be okay.” “I’ll take your spare pair of gloves”. “I’ve got two pair of socks on”? “I’m taking my beanie, have you got a backpack”? “Can I put my spare pair of gloves in your backpack”? “I’m gonna wear my thin jacket”, “I’m gonna wear my pink jacket”. The conversation was crazy, funny, factual, made sense, at the same time made no sense, if anyone had of been listening. Yikes!

I wish I had recorded that 15 minutes of conversation. This is this was how the whole 48 hours with this group of women went. Sound crazy? Perhaps, but this is a group of women all around the same age group who support each other, and care about each other, laugh at each other, laugh with each other, look after each other. This was a group of caring women. Caring about each other.

Piling into two cars, we head to the starting point. As we wait, the sun comes out, it begins again. Being the only backpack carrier, can I have my car key out of your bag? yes! I’m going to put my beanie and gloves back in the car.

Middle Ager arrives back to the group, the rain starts, can I have my car key back again? I’m going back to get my beanie and my gloves.

The day was rain, wind, sunshine, but, never warm.

The event ended with 8 girls exhausted & hungry.

I’m starving, if I don’t eat I’ll die, I’m dying of thirst. I need a cake and coffee, where can we go, I want vegetarian, Oh I need a hot pie, hot coffee please, I want eggs and bacon. So it went. 8 women scurried off in three different directions. Meeting back at a pop up clothes shop. Of course how can 8 girls go away for a weekend and not go shopping.

Drive back to our warm apartment and here it goes. “I’ve got a blister on the heel of my foot”, “I’ve got a blister on my toe”, “my knee is aching, look at it it’s three times its normal size” as everyone squeals in displeasure at the pockets of fluid protruding out of one knee. ” I need a massage”, “I’ll massage you” says another.

I sit back and laugh as I listen to these conversations.

This group of amazing women are a contrast of various non associated business women. Meet Gaye an online entrepreneur/sales/fitness fanatic/marathon runner, Julie a doctor/yoga instructor/cyclist, a multi talented woman she is, Janette a plant based eater/pilates instructor/functional fitness trainer dabbling in menopause coaching/writer/dog rescuer/travel lover and blogger, Karen a extraordinary hairdresser/interior designer/ski bunny/fashionista, Kathy a developer and real estate guru/animal sanctuary volunteer, extreme sports and risk taker, Mandy a personal assistant/saving the environment/a highly intelligent exercise enthusiast, Andrea a level headed, smart medical secretary/museum and history lover/can do anything she sets her mind too/ does not love exercise and finally Shelle another interior designer/vegan/entrepeneur/teaching and inspiring women to be all they can and making fabulous funky outfits, headbands & bags.

All contributing to making our world a little bit of a better place to live in.

The afternoon witnesses beautiful women having insightful chats, enjoying healthy and unhealthy nibbles, whinging about painful body parts, forgetfulness and hot flushes.

The phone call came, our teams came first and second respectively in the veteran females. Third overall.

Not bad for a bunch of middle-aged menopausal women attempting their first Rogaine. Of course you could!

Coming first in the event was the elite ironman team, who happened also to be veterans.

Go the oldies!

We veterans rock. We veterans, yes the oldies, scored first, second and third, us youngish fabulous oldies.

Veterans were in the age bracket of 40plus, hardly what I would call a veteran but ill go with it.

Time for a cocktail at the RACV beachside resort, to celebrate a our placing in the event. Seriously did we need an excuse? Karen and Andrea may have started celebrating already. Champers in hand. Shhh what happens in Inverloch stays in…. Inverloch

Dinner at the local Japanese Tomo saw us 8 hungry women over order & over eat. The food was divine. They catered to Shelle and Janette’s plant based dietary requirements perfectly.

8 Women arrived back to their Apartment before 8 PM.

Seriously what happened to the days of arriving home at 3 AM, staggering to bed? Reliving the events of the night before, the next morning.

By 8:30 PM we had cups of tea, chocolate, cake, and we were wearing crazy wigs and playing a game of Scattergories. This led to many more laughs due to our forgetfulness and inability to remember a certain word. “It’s on the tip of my tongue” “what’s that word again”?. “Why won’t my brain work anymore”? Seriously how can I be serious looking at you with that wig on?

Menopause darling, menopausal brain fog.

I used to be a highly intelligent woman.

Our final morning was not without drama. Karen and Andrea decided to head out for a bike ride around town to make plans for our last day. Mandy and Janette were heading to the gym. On arrival at the gym, a frantic phone call advised us Karen has had an accident, you need to get back.

Our dear friend Karen, the pillar of our group, larger than life, she, who laughs at everything, had come off her bike due to the wet and slippery road conditions. She was in tears with a suspected a broken ankle. Julie our resident doctor rang ahead to the closest hospital and two of the girls accompanied her, where it was confirmed she had, indeed, a broken ankle, possibly and most probably requiring surgery. This beautiful positive woman was still smiling as she lay in hospital.

48 hours of fun, laugh, hot flushes, forgetful moments and friendship.

Next one in June. Now this is a serious one how do you think we will go?

Thanks girls for the laughs ❤️

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#rdl

The powers that be

The powers that be

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The phrase comes from a translation of the Greek: αἱ … οὖσαι [ἐξουσίαι], hai … oûsai [exousíai], the … existing [powers]’; ἐξουσίαι is also translated as “authorities” in some other translations.[6]

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A deity

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A deity is “a god or goddess (in a polytheistic religion)”, or anything revered as divine.

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The powers that be or a deity whatever your belief said sternly “guilty as charged humans, off to the dungeon with you.”

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“Guilty of brutal armed conflict “

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“Guilty of heartless displacement of millions from their homes”

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“Guilty unkindness to fellow human. Bullying, stealing, racism and unkind words

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“Guilty of inhumane treatment of animals”

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“Guilty of causing a great rift in society, with humanity, with animals and in nature”

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“Guilty of the damaging our planet quicker than it can recover”

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Deforestation

Degradation of lands

Excess waste

CO2 emissions

And much more

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I sentence humanity as it stands for the reckless regard of your beautiful planet, we sanctioned you to love and treasure. We entrusted you with the hope of humans and animals coexisting.

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Trusting you would cherish life, love and support each other and procreate. We honoured you with a gift, in hope you would nourish it with love and hope, that this beautiful world would continue to flourish.

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To the good, who endeavour to commit to this, the humanitarians and those who believe in the value of human life, those who promote human welfare and social reform, those who hold no prejudice against gender, sexual orientation, race or religious beliefs. Those who do not condone human or animal suffering. To the humans who have ideals to save lives, relieve suffering, and maintain human and animal dignity. To those who want to save our planet and continue to work towards it.

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You are free to go and carry on with your good deeds and endorse a world where all live kindly.

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The good respond

“Please entrust us with those who have wronged, for, perhaps they do not understand. Let us show them and educate them. If we stand together, work together, we can save our world from the brink of destruction”

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We can change.

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We have a shared destiny, a shared responsibility to save the world from those who attempt to destroy it.

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With our love, we could save the world.

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The deity replies

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I give humanity one more chance

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Love your world

Save your world

Or lose your world!

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I rest my case! For now

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#writephoto with Sue Vincent

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A New Beginning

A new day begins

Surrounded by clear black night

The coolness of the air

Wrapping us together

In a new love affair

Awaiting the new dawns glimpses

Through the darkness of the skies

The first light colors a secret to

only our eyes

Hues of grey, burgundy then red

Peaking through in the newness of

The morning

Whispering welcome

to the new day ahead

An artists palette is the view

Shades of bright yellow,

Then orange, pinks

and blue

The softness of the morning born

Like a piece of art

The sunrise, thy sky adorn

Another new day begins

Tucked together under

each other’s wings

A new love

A new beginning

#writephoto~Sue Vincent

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Janette Bendle February 2019

Sunset

Thursday photo prompt: Setting #writephoto


Jagged edges

a perfect silhouette

Darkness please wait

I’m not done looking yet



The suns rays flattering

the irregular landscape

The sun is setting

darkness arrives, no escape



The horizon changes

from orange to black

the sun disappears

It whispers

I will be back


Footprints

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A wintry wind

It does blow

throws a blanket

the fresh fall of snow

A blank canvas

to start brand new

Start new footprints

unfamiliar, untrodden,

a renewed view