This blog is posted mostly everyday when we take a break from our usual retired Life as former full-time RVer's and travel overseas.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

A Didgeridoo Day


It is obvious this male peacock knows a pretty girl when he sees one. Proud As A Peacock Bob.


An aboriginal shield. Our guide demonstrated lust how useful a small but extremely heavy shield could be. And when not used to deflect spears and clubs it was very useful for digging a water hole. As we learned, the peoples learned to live with the land.

Who needs matches. Hard wood spear thrower rubbed on soft wood log equals fire.


Linda always does this whenever there is a grain grinding display.


All the things one needs to live in the bush. An early English group that set out to journey across this area even took along a grand piano. They all died out there. So much for being the superior race because they were civilized.


Can you guess which one is called a thorny devil?


We can now say we have seen dingoes.


Aboriginal art is everywhere. And yes, we have bought our share of it to bring back.


Thought Linda would look awesome in this. Here reply was, “Sure, 40 years ago, but now, in your dreams, in your dreams.” Bob the Dreamer.


The Alice Springs School of the Air, the world’s largest school covering over 1,000,000 square miles. Cattle stations in Australia dwarf the ranches of America with the largest being over 6,000,000 acres in size. They can literally be hundreds and hundreds of miles from the nearest town, so the children living on the stations learn via the air waves. This is the studio where the teachers are beamed live to those isolated and far flung stations.


Linda just loved this version of the world map.


The treat of the day, didgeridoo lessons from a world renowned didgeridoo player.


I’ll bet one of the questions you’ve been asking all your life is: what does the inside of a didgeridoo look like. Wonder no more. Simplified your looking at a tree limb that termites have hollowed out, but course once the termites have done their part, then it is the didgeridoo makers turn to make into much more than a mostly hollowed out tube.

It takes years to get this good.

This is a miracle. I’ve never been able to play a musical instrument of any kind. Tonight I was the only one in our entire group who could get any kind of a sound out of a didgeridoo. Simply Amazing!!!!! Bob, the Didgeridoo Man.

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