Around six hours ago we left George and Maryam at the domestic terminal in Perth while we headed for International Departures. Now we're in Singapore! We flew over the site of the wreck of the Batavia and, what's more, the route that the beleagured captain would have sailed in his open boat to Jakarta, where he raised the alarm - it was all open, blue sea.
As we approach home, it's beginning to sink in ... this has been quite an experience ... in all sorts of ways. As we stepped off the plane in Singapore, for example, there was the unmistakeable, warm, earthy smell of the rainforest; Before now, I couldn't have used the word "unmistakeable" to describe it, and close on its heels came a host of other sensations: recollectoins of Khao Sok arising from the smell itself, and of the desert in places like Uluru and mount Magnet, arising from the contrast between this damp smell and the dry, flinty air of that place.
There's much left to describe - the desert, our trip to Adelaide from Alice, the meal with the momks in New Norcia ... please keep watching!
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