Monday, 20 February 2012

Smells and sounds of home

So two main things I thought when I went overseas were how skinny the Europeans are and the lack of people visibly affected by drugs. Surprisingly I hadn't prepared myself for the reverse reaction when returning to Australia 6months later (overweight population and many people affected by drugs). This was my only really negative reaction with the appreciation of my hometown outweighing the negative. 


Things I love about my hometown:

# The smell of the bush. This smell was something that I missed when overseas. On the drive home from the airport I knew I was home just by the smell.

# Seeing the colours and the characters of wildlife on a day to day basis. From the rainbow lorikeets (shown above)  to the spiders you have to remove from your shoes in the morning. (Please exclude mosquitoes from this appreciation). Note that the above photograph was taken on my grandparents back deck/balcony.

# The sounds of 'the nature' (as the Germans might say). Kookaburras laughing, roosters crowing, crows crowing, lorikeets chirping, natives fighting introduced birds, magpies swooping, waves crashing, trees blowing and the roads. Photo of the Macadamia tree in my grandparent backyard with 3 kookaburras.

# The juxtaposition of the industrial town against such a beautiful backdrop. For example riding my bicycle through dangerous traffic 30mins into town to lie on this beach with practically nobody on it.



# Sunshine with friends. Have been out climbing the last couple of weekends in coastal locations. Very nice!

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