Kimberley Colour Therapy

Trip Start Apr 19, 2008
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Trip End Nov 31, 2008


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Thursday, October 16, 2008

I have realised that the Kimberely is a wonderful place to just be.   Just to sit and observe the natural life around me is constant colour therapy, as if the boldness of the shades somehow seep inside and nourish my soul.
  
 We traveled north from Broome up the Dampier Peninsula to its point at the gorgeous Cape Leveque, for a couple of days of beach bumming.  There's something special about this spot,  a definite good vibe.   Walking on the sand in the early light, I was transfixed by the colour contrasts: azure sky, turquoise sea, white sand, rusty orange rocks, bright green palms... orange and blue are opposites on the colour spectrum and, in conjunction like this, the effect is total completeness with huge impact.  I spent a lot of time (when I could tear myself away from my addictive reading material...) just sitting and absorbing, in an almost meditative state, breathing in relaxation and contentment along with the salty air.  And the cool sea breeze was only delicious!  It was the ultimate rejuvenator after the rigours of the Gibb!

Re the reading matter... a couple of you have asked in emails if I've read anything good on my trip... well, the answer is a resounding yes.  Peter Guralnick's 2-volume definitive biography of Elvis was fascinating, touching and ultimately deeply sad... but perhaps not to everyone's taste!  On the other hand, the two novels by Aussie authors, both books about books, but radically different in style and story, will appeal to you Mom, Susan, Sue, Suzanne, Fiona, Sharon, Joanne... and all my other friends who can't live without a good book on the go.  I won't go into detail, just trust me!  Get hold of 'The People of the Book' and absolutely do not miss 'The Book Thief', which I have just devoured and is one of the most beautifully written novels I've ever lived.  As a taster, I will repeat the perfect description of a hangover: "It heaved itself up onto his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement"... how perfectly true a depiction is that... wonderful!  Read and enjoy!  

P.S., I just added the last 2 pics that were missing from my last entry - check out that Aboriginal Elvis!!!
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