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Published: December 12th 2011
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One of the few times I get my own room and a sleep in I get woken up by the Ghalas in the tree outside my bedroom window. I don’t think I have ever heard so much noise come from some birds. The kids were sound asleep so I left them hoping that they would sleep until about 10ish, but Di said that everyone was planning to go and see the Flying Doctors! Exciting stuff. Turned out that was not the plan at all and I should have left them sleeping. Oh well, they were up now so they might as well come. Mrs G needed to and see the doctor so both Mr G and she were going and as I had not been feeling well since Moyo Island it was decided I should probably go as well. I thought it was incredibly cool to see the Flying Doctor, Mrs G did not see what the fuss was until I told her that there was a TV drama about them when I was a child that I remembered. For those that have never heard of the series it was about the Flying Doctors in Australia that always had an emergency
at a remote location, and it was always touch and go if they would make it in time to save the person.
My visit with them was very routine, saw the Doctor (who was from Scotland) in a wooden hut at the end of the runway who told me that if I was still feeling unwell by the time we got to a major city then I should go to A&E. We did have a nosy around the plane; it looked exactly like it did in the TV program only with up dated equipment. It was a very different way to start my day, always an adventure going on, even if it is just a mini one.
After everyone had there check up it was back to the ranch for a late breakfast and diary writing. HB and I were rather far behind in her diary, in fact we were still writing about our day at Tokyo Disneyland Sea. The whole process was very painful, she remembered the day with no problem, but actually getting her to tell me what to write was very slow. When asking her why she liked something all she would say was “because it was good”. Ahhh! We eventually got there but it took us over an hour to do it. I had planned to try and get a few days written but we had to finish so we could go for a real Australian BBQ in the outback! Ian drove us up to a creek, showing us some fossilised ripple marks in a Cambrian rocks (rocks formed over 490 million years ago), before dropping us off and pointing in the direction we needed to go to find the BBQ. His departing words were basically “if you want lunch don’t get lost!” Nice, good thing I was not navigating otherwise we might still be searching for it. The walk was rather pretty through the dried up creek with the occasional pools of water to navigate. Only wish I had worn my walking boots rather than trainers as it was rather tricky to traverse. Thankful with Mr G in the lead it only took 20 minutes to walk, getting us there just as the food was ready. The flies made it hard to eat as the moment you stopped waving your arms around to shoo them away you and your food was covered in them. I was impressed that I managed to eat without swallowing one! In the end HB, F and I took refuge by the smoking smoulders of the BBQ to keep them away, all at the same time as teaching HB how to start a camp fire! That did not work out so well, good thing she has a brother that can make one.
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