Warm, fuzzy, phantasmagorical glowing rays of bright light shining through, around, over, abounding, piercing, pulsating, unwavering escaping the boundaries of time and place. Origins of these rays of light come from a huge mass that sucks up and consumes and Lords' over 98% of our solar systems mass, this raging, tumultuous massive ball begins life, it gives life to the dark, it seeks the dark out on its unwavering mission and wants to rid the darkness away, banish that corrosive darkness from it's very existence. It spawns, burns, erupts and breathes new life form into being, turning on the solar, providing a natural organic force. We are but a tiny little spec drawn into it's overriding, ever frothing, boiling and renewing mass, like a moth to the light, we want to get closer and closer to it's glowing and giving warmth, even when we know that if we get to close it can burn and destroy us.
In each of us this DNA exists, we are all made up of stars, even if we might be living in the gutter and provides the same nourishing essence.... and renewable energy. Our planets lifeforms and our own bodies and lives over time have adapted to tune into and turn onto this life giving force. Seek out the light, let it penetrate through to your soul, caress you and turn away the dark side, dark forces that may be just as alluring, seeking and penetrating as the light forces that abound the solar systems, galaxies, universes and hereto unspeakable unknowns.
Friday 27 September 2013
Thursday 26 September 2013
dark recesses of time
The utter stark darkness, oppressively black and unfiltered, unmassed and withdrawn, pulling back hard with a grossness of gravity, long forgotten remains of what it contains and it's purpose or raison d'etre. This is how i think of dark forgotten corners of the universe, multiverse, fabric of time and space, like the dark foreboding corner rooms covered in layers of cobwebs and dust over eons of time, of an old and forgotten dis-used haunted house. So to the dark corner recesses of haunted memories from past, hidden from view of the mind's eye, protecting you from what lies there... too far away and distant to contemplate searching and pulling out from the dark corners to inspect and pore over. Better to stay there in the darkness far away, unknowing, long forgotten, gathering more darkness and dust moving further away from the light. A tiny glimmer, ray of light perhaps shining out of some sunnier spectrum casts itself upon something and it triggers a hint, a clue of what can be remembered if you choose to pull off the cobwebs, dust off the grime, search into the dark, darkly darkness of it.
Tuesday 17 September 2013
change of plans
We were travelling in August at the same time the Olympic games were on in Sydney. My wife, son who was nearly 7 and I caught up with friends in Tunisia, in Tunis and we all decided to go on a 5 day bus tour through parts of Tunisia. At the end of the trip we were going to go to Jerba and catch up with my friend who couldn't come on the bus tour with us. The language barrier was a little tricky as they speak Arabic and French as their main languages, German and Italian being the other languages they know, with English being right down on the list.
We had the bus greet us at the designated spot and met our Tunisian driver and the other 2 tourists taking the bus with us, a young Norwegian couple. We set off on the long drive and stopped off at our first city after Sousse, El Jem, that had an amazing Roman Colosseum that was relatively intact. Our tour guide was a local Tunisian guy who could speak French and English. The majority of the people on the tour were French, so he would talk in French first and then in English for a few of us, including the Norwegians.
The next stop was Sfax which is a seaside town further South.
It was a memorable road trip through the countryside of Tunisia, apart from the coastal parts of this country the inland areas are fairly barren especially on the salt plains which we drove through, for a full day's driving. Just looking out at the horizon that stretches on forever, looking for mirages. I remember seeing palm trees and an oasis that wasn't really there at all, very weird.
After hours of driving the bus stopped at an undergound place that was one of the scenes from the Star Wars film and we had lunch there. There were a few side excursions on the tour and sometimes my wife and her friend wouldn't go as they didn't seem to be getting on with the Tunisian tour guide man, who they thought were favouring the French over us English speaking folk. One afternoon tour was another Star Wars location that was in part of the Sahara desert and we all decided not to go on this trip, including the Norwegian friends we made. We stayed in the hotel instead and drank cocktails by the pool and swam and took it easy in the sweltering Sahara heat. Of course when the French tourists came back they raved about the tour, and I remember feeling regret that I didn't go, they all said it was an amazing sunset.
I think that night after dinner I decided to watch some of the Olympics on the TV in the hotel with some of the French people on the tour, I went by myself and the girls did something by themselves. I think Thorpe was swimming a final in the 200M or 400M freestyle and the French were asking me about Thorpe and Australia and I was asking them a bit about where they were from. They found it quite incredible that we had chosen to go on holiday while the Olympics were on in our home city, which i guess you can understand, I felt a little regret that we had done this, but still had a great holiday.
It was around this time that my wife's friend got a call from her Tunisian boyfriend to say he could meet up with us somewhere now as he could get away from his family duties now. After much discussion it was decided that we would cut the trip short and try and get a driver to drive us to Jerba, a small island, kind of like the Gold Coast of Tunisia, with casino's and big hotels. After a while we managed to score a driver who would take us half way across the Tunisian countryside for around $100 Australian which was a pretty good deal really. I wasn't that happy to cut short our tour as there was 2 or 3 days left on it and I thought it was a little extravagant to give those days up as we had paid a lot for the tour. It was pointless to argue against 2 women, i was on a hiding to nothing. They continued to argue with the tour guide who was peeved we were leaving the tour and I think this pissed the women off further and it ended with a heated conversation between our Tunisian friend and him in Tunisian, where he told him off basically. It wasn't a graceful way to end our tour experience, but it was memorable. I think they were more glad than I was we were leaving the tour, I couldn't understand why they just didn't try to get along with everyone.
We had another long day of driving, back past the salt plains, through the Sahara and to the coast and to the ferry that would take us over to Jerba. We spoke to a nice Libyan couple on the ferry who spoke really good English and were also going on a holiday to Jerba. Meanwhile both our sons made friends with the captain of the car ferry and were even wearing his Captain's hat at one stage and he didn't seem to mind being harassed by 7 year old rascals. It was a wonderful thing about Tunisia how great they are with kids and they have all the time in the world for them and they seem to really know how to appreciate family and have the most fun together.
After a little while driving around, found a hotel eventually the one that our Tunisian friend said to try first we didn't really like and we ended up going for something a little more upmarket. I think we had a day by ourselves before our Tunisian friend turned up. The change of plans turned out okay in the end as we had a few more memorable days in Jerba, riding camels and horses on the beach, visiting markets, lounging by the pool surrounded by bodacious beautiful bronzed Italian bodies, like something out of a Sabrina (Girls, Girls, Girls) video clip.
We had the bus greet us at the designated spot and met our Tunisian driver and the other 2 tourists taking the bus with us, a young Norwegian couple. We set off on the long drive and stopped off at our first city after Sousse, El Jem, that had an amazing Roman Colosseum that was relatively intact. Our tour guide was a local Tunisian guy who could speak French and English. The majority of the people on the tour were French, so he would talk in French first and then in English for a few of us, including the Norwegians.
The next stop was Sfax which is a seaside town further South.
It was a memorable road trip through the countryside of Tunisia, apart from the coastal parts of this country the inland areas are fairly barren especially on the salt plains which we drove through, for a full day's driving. Just looking out at the horizon that stretches on forever, looking for mirages. I remember seeing palm trees and an oasis that wasn't really there at all, very weird.
After hours of driving the bus stopped at an undergound place that was one of the scenes from the Star Wars film and we had lunch there. There were a few side excursions on the tour and sometimes my wife and her friend wouldn't go as they didn't seem to be getting on with the Tunisian tour guide man, who they thought were favouring the French over us English speaking folk. One afternoon tour was another Star Wars location that was in part of the Sahara desert and we all decided not to go on this trip, including the Norwegian friends we made. We stayed in the hotel instead and drank cocktails by the pool and swam and took it easy in the sweltering Sahara heat. Of course when the French tourists came back they raved about the tour, and I remember feeling regret that I didn't go, they all said it was an amazing sunset.
I think that night after dinner I decided to watch some of the Olympics on the TV in the hotel with some of the French people on the tour, I went by myself and the girls did something by themselves. I think Thorpe was swimming a final in the 200M or 400M freestyle and the French were asking me about Thorpe and Australia and I was asking them a bit about where they were from. They found it quite incredible that we had chosen to go on holiday while the Olympics were on in our home city, which i guess you can understand, I felt a little regret that we had done this, but still had a great holiday.
It was around this time that my wife's friend got a call from her Tunisian boyfriend to say he could meet up with us somewhere now as he could get away from his family duties now. After much discussion it was decided that we would cut the trip short and try and get a driver to drive us to Jerba, a small island, kind of like the Gold Coast of Tunisia, with casino's and big hotels. After a while we managed to score a driver who would take us half way across the Tunisian countryside for around $100 Australian which was a pretty good deal really. I wasn't that happy to cut short our tour as there was 2 or 3 days left on it and I thought it was a little extravagant to give those days up as we had paid a lot for the tour. It was pointless to argue against 2 women, i was on a hiding to nothing. They continued to argue with the tour guide who was peeved we were leaving the tour and I think this pissed the women off further and it ended with a heated conversation between our Tunisian friend and him in Tunisian, where he told him off basically. It wasn't a graceful way to end our tour experience, but it was memorable. I think they were more glad than I was we were leaving the tour, I couldn't understand why they just didn't try to get along with everyone.
We had another long day of driving, back past the salt plains, through the Sahara and to the coast and to the ferry that would take us over to Jerba. We spoke to a nice Libyan couple on the ferry who spoke really good English and were also going on a holiday to Jerba. Meanwhile both our sons made friends with the captain of the car ferry and were even wearing his Captain's hat at one stage and he didn't seem to mind being harassed by 7 year old rascals. It was a wonderful thing about Tunisia how great they are with kids and they have all the time in the world for them and they seem to really know how to appreciate family and have the most fun together.
After a little while driving around, found a hotel eventually the one that our Tunisian friend said to try first we didn't really like and we ended up going for something a little more upmarket. I think we had a day by ourselves before our Tunisian friend turned up. The change of plans turned out okay in the end as we had a few more memorable days in Jerba, riding camels and horses on the beach, visiting markets, lounging by the pool surrounded by bodacious beautiful bronzed Italian bodies, like something out of a Sabrina (Girls, Girls, Girls) video clip.
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