Off Grid 3,000 km into the journey.
There is no one in sight on this isolated road and un unfolding landscape that continues to dwindle down to two dirt tire tracks through the dusty spinifex. I can see termite mounds dotting the tired landscape, the landscape that has been harshly treated by overstocked cattle – Brahman, the breed of choice for their high tolerance to heat. The original native plants have all been but pushed back from the livestock, and now all that is left is the red dust that settles at my feet. There’s no hotels and no towns, no one. So, with no alternative I submit to the outback, a rather different mindset. One that lets me pause in the silence and observe my surroundings. And for this one night, on this new terrain, the sights and smells were all anew and beckoning me further still. After setting up camp in a grove of wildflowers, and after my first sip of wine, I blissfully watched the sun set down on the horizon. And as I relaxed into the night, a pair of Brolgas appear. Oh, so beautiful, and their dance, so graceful. I recently learnt that Brolgas mate for life and are renowned for their movements, revered by the Aboriginal people and may help to bring romance, love and renewal to relationships. I had never seen a Brolga before nor whispered its name on my lips. I was beginning to move deeper into this new territory. The Northern Territory. And with this new unfolding outback before me and the city far behind, I looked forward for this relationship to begin.