This time we had the
joy of accompanying some Indigenous folk out to their ‘usual spot’ under the
shade of the ginormous banyan tree on Picnic Beach. Before Adrian’s friends had
even mentioned cooking lunch over a bonfire or that fishing would be on the agenda,
Adrian and I were smiling like Cheshire cats at the thought of such an authentic
island experience.
We decided to meet our convoy at a forked road which would
inevitably lead us back along the sandy path that caused us such panic less
than a week ago. David and Nancy, their
daughter, Anna, and two teenage girls were piled into a Troopy identical to
ours*. They gave us a friendly wave as they sped past us and another 4x4
carrying Deb and John; Adrian’s family friends from back in Bega that coincidently
arrived on island only months before us.
David’s Troopy bucked and kicked back sand as he sped ahead.
When an Indigenous person is behind the wheel, they seem to lose their ‘island
time’ mentality. They charge along narrow paths with such confidence and determination
to arrive at their destination as quick as possible. David and the gang were
out of sight within minutes, so we stuck closely behind Deb and John who took
us on a slightly different route to the one we had selected at random last
week. The new route was only a marginal improvement; still inducing the tight
gripping of handles and/or wheel and causing the sweaty palm effect.
We eventually entered onto the beach at the same spectacular
point we’d arrived at last week. We drove alongside the glistening blue water whilst
listening to Bob Dylan on cassette.
We parked under the shade of the banyan tree and jumped out
immediately to marvel at its enormity. No photo would do it justice, as its matted
limbs could not be contained by the camera frame.
Throughout the day, our senses were immersed with new information. In fear of missing something, we rarely returned to our bag to grab the camera and therefore, only have a few photos to share with you.
*Names have been changed for privacy
Whilst Casey was frolicking in the water, Adrian sat on the
shore with Nancy and David. From the moment we had arrived, Nancy was
collecting shells and various nuts/fallen bits from trees that she could use to
make jewellery or add to her cooking. She taught Adrian how to whittle a
tobacco pipe out of a tree branch.
Adrian was inspired to make his own pipe, despite the fact
he doesn’t smoke. He says he’s tempted to begin, seeing he now had such a fancy
instrument (not if Casey has anything to do with it!)
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