Feb 03, 2010
There are a few things which sets an outback Anzac day apart from the city. Firstly, when you lie down under cavas in Normanton it is in 28 degree heat. Clammy, humiid sleeiping with no breeze keeps you awake. Throughout the night the local aboriginies party and the bass and beats continue long after they have fallen. Perhaps at about 2 or 3 in the morning you drift off into a light sleep and just as dawn rises the Last Post drifts across the small outbck town. It is still about 25 degrees and the Last Post mixes with loud birdsong and the continuing beats from the aboriginies party. The solemnity of ANZAC day combined with the drunken aboriginies an their music makes for an interesting contrast. Later that morning as a grey nomad heads to the toilet block, he mutters about the bloody abos music on this 'special' day.