23 October 2013

It's not you, it's me

O Darwin, I tried. I had low expectations, I was prepared to overlook your faults, be beguiled by your isolation. You messed with my head, made it hard to walk your sweltering streets. Even your locals have fought the hard fight and lost, weary, beyond pretending to care. Your tropical demeanor is too challenging for all but the thick skinned and the alcoholic. I had planned to stay with you for 2 nights, I'm fleeing after 1. I'm leaving you for Kakadu. It's not you, it's me.

Oh, and Kakadu National Park, fuck you and your $25 per person entry fee. A fee for the care and protection of the "world heritage area". Think I'll leave that in the caring hands of the uranium and tin mines thanks very much.






3 comments:

  1. It is written by the wise one that the price of our children's children's heritage is priceless but since the wise one never foresaw the GFC, we figure $5 should be more than fucking adequate, particularly if you smile as you receive your ticket. Greetings from the real world.

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  2. Question: Is that the fickle finger of fate Louis?

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  3. Yes, happily did an extra 100 kms that day. On principle.

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