Notes from an exile:
(photo taken near Roebourne, WA)
I used to read about ancient Romans and Chinese being sentenced to exile as a punishment and thought that the perp got off lightly.
Like hell. This green and pleasant land I'm living in is postcard-pretty, relatively safe (if one ignores the crime stats) and comfortable enough. But exile is a nagging, sad reality that has a surprising power to drain the colour and excitement from life, every day.
Just like I imagine a geriatric home must be, without the vicious nurses and chicken broth.
I miss the heat and the floods, the wild tropical storms and the wildlife of Australia, the Aussie bluntness and honesty. If I had to sum up New Zealand, it'd be "Cuba with dairy products".
By KG on Friday, September 29, 2006