Coffee at Korrawinga
iPod (320x240) [4:35m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (284) Bigger (640x480) [4:35m]: Download (197)Another moment from my past, specifically, a trip to Australia in June 2004 - when it’s winter down under. I was staying with a travel group at the Korrawinga Community Center on Aboriginal lands. We are in the tiny kitchen of a pre-school day care center, and were being allowed to use it for our breakfast, but had to clear out before the kiddies showed up. Our group slept outside in an enormous marquee, and our first couple of nights were bitterly cold.
I tried to record a lot of little moments that recurred daily at Korrawinga. There was a daily ritual the coffee addicts went through involving a personal French press. There was the daily walk down a gravelly, muddy dirt road to use one of the two outdoor showers. We had to watch for poisonous snakes on the way, and kick out the cane toads. There was being awakened at night by the dogs going through the trash, and awakened in the morning by the most beautiful birdsong I could imagine. And, every night, on the way to the toilet, there was the required stop to stand, shivering, staring at the sky, seeking out the new constellations, and searching for the familiar one we had in common, Orion, rising upside-down in the pre-dawn sky.
Good times.
December 28th, 2007 at 4:17 pm
Oh woman of the world, that was wonderful. I could smell the percolation. That sample birdsong at the end was something else. Any more from down under?