Life in a Northern Town

Moving day

We packed our lives up in 2 small suitcases and hoped that this new town would be fun.
We got married a few weeks earlier, and now we were moving across the country.
I'd never been anywhere quite so remote. I couldn't even pronounce the name of the town properly!

We arrived at the airport on a Saturday morning. It was still dark, and I wanted to buy a coffee, but Hubby (the tight-wad) suggested I just make some tea when we arrive.
A few people in the line before us began talking to us about this town. They'd lived there for several years, and left every so often to see family.
On the plane now, and I fell asleep. I woke up to the air hostess offering me a muffin and some tea.
What a strange muffin! It was a strange combination of zucchini,carrot and corn in a sweet flavoured muffin. I didn't finish it.

As we flew over Australia's top half, the dirt changed colours from a muddy brown to a bright red.
"Is it red because of the Bauxite?" I asked my husband. He didn't know.
We were met by my husband's boss at the airport.
She drove us around the town. I was struck by how wild and rugged the beaches were, how untouched by humanity everything seemed.
The dark cloudy wet season sky was a striking contrast with the bright shades of green from the trees, and the white sandy beaches.
As we unpacked our suitcases, the power went out, so we went for a walk, and had a candle-lit dinner of baked beans and spaghetti.