Adelaide, “The place where people come to die”… said by street paraders for whom expectation may form a large part of experience. If you want a city to spoil you a little more, Melbourne isn’t far, though down there they’re giving tax breaks to people if they move to the bush, because Melbourne has too many people, to grow by another three and a half million in the next few years at the current rate (according to The Australian). But if you still want a city, maybe Adelaide is a good balance, plenty going on such as anti-nuclear rallies (see below). The ‘sister’ city of (brotherly) Perth, it has lots of straight streets.
I look out the window and see people gathered outside Old Parliament House, giving some informtive talks in favour of a safe and healthy Australia, against nuclear weapons, and to keep them out of American wars. Australia has some of the world’s largest uranium deposits, some on sacred reservations of the Aboriginals that cannot be touched legally. However, for the obvious fact that Australia mostly or all does the bidding of American foreign policy since at least the 1950s, and has their bases all over the country, the legal potential for this to change is vulnerable. And not to forget Maralinga, one such sacred area that was used for nuclear testing in the 1950s, still uninhabitable. IPAN or Independent Peaceful Australian Network and associated groups such as the Quakers, call upon government to abolish nuclear weapons, like chemical weapons already have been. According to the propaganda news, 89% of Australians feel that Donald Trump is a greater danger to the world than ‘Isis’ and similar groups.
I only have to mention Santos Bonacci to the first person I meet, the driver, and he lightens up. He has also challenged court decisions by writing his own affidavits. Australian Bonacci is known not only as a teacher of the ancient roots of the modern legal system, but also for challenging fines against him on the basis that they are founded on corrupt slave contracts originating in papal spells. It takes a bit of bravery. Jon Harris is one such British researcher who did the same. I recommend Bonacci’s Youtube research presentation: “You’re Soul is Owned by the Vatican”.
On the bus through the urban sprawl to Henley Beach, street signs have descriptive sub-signs: “WEST TORRENS TIDIEST STREET AWARD”, “MEALS ON WHEELS”, “OVER 50s CLUB”. One gets the message on the stock of each area. A bin reads: “Save heaps: $350 for littering. Don’t litter.”
Did I get an overall impression of Adelaide? Not really, but I enjoyed the smoky smells of decaying wood in the winter night. And three weeks into winter and I don’t need a jacket.
The beach is 20 minutes from the centre. Swimming in the Great Australian Bight, staying well in the tide. Stepping in is gradual, painful and at last rewarding. Letting the voice go crocodile, gull and dog was not a matter of choice. Dogs did bark in my direction. Near the surf , there are some motionless sea jellies that could be jellyfish or some kind of eggs.
And with numbs toes, I went to the burrito place by the bus stop at Henley Beach.
Zambrero has amazing burritos and bowls, going a step beyond normal fresh Mexican-American food without losing that coriander infused, refried beans, with everything together, but has even better things like black rice and chick peas. But more importantly, they are apparently feeding lots of families in Africa, Asia and the Americas, while teamed up with Rise Against Hunger. Each meal you buy equals one for a starving person, but I doubt they get Zambrero. If anyone has seen proof of this please let me know.
Jet lag is more than the body clock being out of sync. Staying up late at home, or all night at an extreme might be similar, but more familiar. The jet lag of being thrust into the antipodes using high speed craft for 20 hours is playing tricks on parts of the mind I didn’t know I had. Land must be laughing at us. It is like dreaming of a fireplace, and really seeing one, realising it is actually the Sun. Suddenly feeling the anxiety to get up for work while so heavy in slow motion. Enjoying the buzz, I slept at night as soon as I arrived (see how the next goes). You’ve got to enjoy each state of mind, they are all special and in dreams. The sound of claps is like pellets to the head, the eyes want to see the inside of the head, but the difference is deeper. The feeling is both upside down and flashing. In night mode during the day, the echo of what is said in conversation leaves me paranoid. The ‘crashy’ feeling is perpetual tired lightheadedness. A little wine might bolster nerves, or buffer fragility. This ‘Dutch courage’ (drinking alcohol to occasion confidence) for the first show was more of a nerve stabiliser. I’m an alcoholic who doesn’t know it.
oh yeah, we played gigs
In Sydney and Perth as well as here, there is always someone laughing during the sad songs, once in a while, at the end of Red Moon for example… Audiences were lovely to meet, people who had last seen the band over 15 years ago, Circus Songs, and some who had seen Rime of the Ancient Mariner at Adelaide International Festival a few years ago. A man from the Henry Austin Restaurant came along and offered us a meal, sadly we didn’t get round to that, but it sounds like a place that could spoil you rotten.