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The koala and the cricketer

subaru1Ah, the road trip. Watching the world change as the miles fall away behind us. Crispy yellow grass and golden wheat giving way to light green and deeper green as we reach the bottom of Victoria. Sheep look whiter. Black and white cows gleam. Along the side of the road, a thin strip of bush, a shadow of what was there before. It’s starting to rain. Birds are standing carelessly on the road, barely bothering to get away from the cars and trucks. What’s wrong with these birds? Oh look, they’re drinking. It’s been dry, and now it’s wet and the bitumen road has dips where water can gather. We drive into a violent storm, a watery world, visibility so low we have to stop. The sun comes out, we move on, and there are branches and leaves all over the ground.

No more sheep, just cows, now, and a landscape that feels so familiar to the European peasant lurking within the DNA. Gently undulating hills and cows, just like the picture on the tins of coloured pencils in primary school.

Near Timboon, we whizz past a grey shape on the side of the road, among the leaves. “It looks like a koala!” Ranger Steve immediately slows the car, checks the rearview mirror and puts the car in reverse. We drive backwards for a long time, until we come level with grey body. It is, indeed, a koala. We get out to inspect and pay our respects. This is a beautiful koala, a little bloody but all in one piece. There are those big, fuzzy ears, the black nose, the delightful roundness of the belly. He has neat, egg-shaped testes and slim curved back legs. His hands are large and leathery and expressive. Steve presses down on the fur. The body is stiffening but still gives. The death was not too long ago. He lived in the thin strip of gum trees along the side of the road. He could roam north or south but not east or west. Beyond the thin strip of eucalypts, the gleaming green dairy paddocks.

Later, we hear that the young cricketer Phillip Hughes has been hit in the head by a cricket ball. There is a vigil by his bedside.

ball_and_chainIt’s dairy country, so we go looking for cheese. At the Apostle Whey cheese factory the husband is behind glass working on the cheese. He is on display. He is all in white, like a lab worker, with a gathered white hat like a shower cap. He takes plastic containers of lumps of white stuff, jiggles and pours. The wife is behind the counter, giving us tiny squares of the various cheeses. We buy the blue cheese and the smeared Havarti. On the wall, a row of pictures traces the history of the dairy industry in these parts. They cleared the bush with a giant ball and chain, dragging them across the land, pulling trees out by the roots. This was no nineteenth pioneer activity, with men attacking trees one by one. This was industrial-scale clearing in the 1950s, after the war. Gum trees and koalas gave way to pencil-box scenes of green grass and cows.

Two_ApostlesWe reach the Southern Ocean. The sea has taken great bites out of the soft rock, leaving uneaten bits to dissolve in the mouth. These chunks of rock, the sea curling at their feet, are horizontally striped, showing off layers of time. Birds flit over them. These are starlings. The waves crash and foam, crash and foam.

Phillip Hughes has died. This is shocking. Like the koala, he is too young, too perfect a specimen; he has barely begun.

UPDATE: We’re now camping at Blanket Bay in the Great Otways National Park. On the way in we saw no fewer than three koalas in the trees. Two asleep, one happily munching on leaves.


On da plane

Rosebud flies home

Watching entertainment on demand to stave off boredom and discomfort.

Day 36 of South American holiday

On-demand entertainment:

  • Watched A lion called Christian doco
  • My Year Without Sex, Aust. movie w. Sacha Horler (love that Sacha Horler!)
  • Also partly watched, partly slept throug, a gorgeous doco on Beethoven by Phil Grabsky.

Arrive Sydney about 17.40pm [scheduled time]

Sat out tha’ back at Larissa’s.

Breakfast in Buenos Aires

Day 35 of South American holiday

Qantas plane

Our Qantas plane waits for us at Buenos Aires airport

One hundred Argentinian pesos to get to the airport.

Breakfast at the airport: one salami sandwich w. brown bread(!!); one croissant; capuccino.

Depart 13.05pm from Buenos Aires.


  • I love LIMA! Why? It’s one big traffic jam! But I don’t care!
  • Taking photos of this wonderful hotel! Macaw, 3 tortoises, paintings, busts, more repro Davids than you can count, giant gilt frames, old ceramic tiles, winding staircase… too cool!
  • Breakfast at Cesars Cafe.
  • Museum of the Inquisition.
  • Bus to Miraflores … got off too early … long, long walk …
  • Lunch Cafe Haiti … caught sight of bookstore across road. After much deliberation (felt I should be reading Conversation in a Cathedral by Vargas Llosa) bought Swann’s Way!
  • Spent a wonderful hour reading & watching the world go by the Miraflores Central Park.
  • Long slow bus ride back.
  • Dinner at Bar Gordana.
  • Staying at Hotel Espana, Lima (The Best Hotel in the World!)

Reading Proust in Miraflores, Lima