Blast from the past series: Darwin

I have found a little jewel which I had forgotten all about. A group email which pre-dated blogging about my trip to Darwin in 2003. It is quite telling the style in which I wrote it. It also reminds me of a different me, a different time and a different life I was leading. Very nostalgic. Well, here goes, enjoy.

 Yesterday, I woke up at 4 am to board a plane from Darwin to Brisbane, after having spent most of the  night carousing and driving my friend Sean to the same airport. what you may ask was I doing in Darwin? Sean had this bright idea a few months ago: he wanted to go for a short break to Darwin. I thought it a brilliant idea and when some of my workmates ran into the office one day spouting some nonsense about going clubbing in Sydney because Virgin was having a seat sale, I jumped on the internet and checked it out. It was a liquidation of seats to all sorts of destinations, one of which was Darwin for the bargain price of $100 each way. So Seany and I got our heads together and booked. Unfortunately, I was a bit slow, and had to book the return journey with Qantas, which resulted in me being a casualty of Qantas' recent cutdown on flights. Instead of flying back with Seany at 1 am with Virgin, or at least checking in at the same time as him, I ended up driving him to the airport at midnight and then flying out at 6 am the same morning. Madness, I tell you. This also had the unfortunate consequence of missing out on the Virgin tarmac boys.
 
  What's so hot about pit crew you ask? Normally, they're these chunky blokes in stubbies and dirty socks, hairy backs and body odour, but we're talking Virgin Blue here, so cool you freeze a side of beef on it. As Seany and I were boarding our Virgin Blue plane to Darwin, via the tarmac [very retro], we were greeted by three drop dead gorgeous Greek gods in tight shorts, hiking boots and hi-vi vests with killer smiles. Virgin may not provide on-flight entertainment, but it certainly does it pre-flight.
 
  Even the head steward looked like a poster boy straight out of Wallpaper, platinum blond hair, golden skin, dressed in the new Virgin uniform: fitted white shirt and hipster tan trousers. The other flight attendants were similarly colour coordinated, but in female versions.  It was only when I was on the return flight to Brisbane that I was able to compare Qantas' weedy stewards and their tarmac blokes, as well as the standard of service. Despite having to pay for your meal on Virgin, the service was a lot quicker and smoother.

  But enough of Virgin and upwards and onwards to Darwin. Why Darwin? Because neither of us had been there before. Because it's a very remote place about which we didn't know much. Because it was going to be in the middle of winter, when Darwin is at its best, dry, warm and lovely.
 
  When we landed at midnight into a 1970ps timewarp by the name of Darwin Airport, with shades of Queensland in the late 80s. We were surrounded by blokes in cowboy hats, Blundstones and heavy jackets, in a very balmy 26 degrees. Half of the crowd sported beards so bushy Bin Laden would have been proud to recruit them. The other half were obviously backpackers on their way to or out of Darwin. The arrivals hall was also the departure lounge and the onsite pub was packed. All the shops in the airport were open. At midnight! In the Northern Territory! That was the only indication that we were in 2003. 
 
  The feeling of deja vu only intensified as we drove through the suburbs and into the centre. Most buildings were of the low rise, concrete block variety, except for the odd specimen from the turn of this millenium, jutting out from the average. This impression, however, was corrected the next morning, when we took a walk around Centennial Park, and the city centre. Parliament House was a beautiful example of good angular and geometrical 70's architecture.

The Horrors of a Liberal Party Budget

Where do I begin? This is no rant. This is just a considered musing on the nature of budget cuts when the cuts themselves don't balance out.

Let's look at something near and dear to the Australian heart: mining.

This is how the ABC has summarised the government's stance on mining for 2014:

• The Government will provide $100 million over four years for minerals exploration, by giving small explorers not making any taxable income access to a refundable tax offset for their Australian shareholders.
• The Government has spared mining an increase in the diesel fuel excise. Currently commercial vehicles used in mining and agriculture get a rebate on the diesel fuel excise that drops it to six cents per litre. Before the budget there had been calls to raise this in line with the petrol fuel excise.
• The budget also outlines $3.4 billion over the next three years from the abolition of the Minerals Resource Rent Tax.

So hang on a second, let's take this step by step.

The Abbott government will provide $100 million over four years to explore mining as a tax offset. That means $100 million taken from somewhere else in the budget, like for example: the Family Tax Benefit, which amounted to $50 million.

So families will have to live under greater hardship so companies which aren't making money yet from mineral exploration in lands that actually belong to indigenous australians can see if it is possible to find minerals. Is this risk management? Why are we being sacrificed on the altar of corporate interests?

Next the fuel excise. Why are we giving companies a break on the fuel excise? They already have tax deductions on the use of fuel because it's a running cost of the company. They don't need further tax breaks so they can make more money, while the Aussie battler on the street has to pay fuel excise. This makes no sense.

Then comes the abolition of the Mineral Resources Rent Tax which amounts to $3.4 billion. Now, if we look at our tax dollars in the past, 47% of government revenue comes from individual income tax and 22.6% from company and resource taxation. So already we were the heavy lifters in terms of revenue. Not conglomerates that make billions a year and should by rights contribute a percentage of their profits to the country they profit from.

Can you see where I'm heading? Mr Abbot and his minions are fleecing off while they give their mates like Gina Rinehart a break. 

Back online

I know it's been a while and many of you may not even realise I'm back, on the blogspot domain. Long story short, domain expired, changed hands, changed host and now I'm in the middle of organising to bring the .net domain back online.

So there you have it. It's been silent for a long while.

I shall bring you back up to date. It's been 15 months of being offline. Too long if you ask me.

My life post March 2013 has consisted of getting the love of my life over from Belgium to Australia.
Tom and I met in Guatemala in 2012 and both our worlds and our plans for the future changed at that point.

Tom decided not to move to Colombia and Bolivia to stay with me and get involved in an adventure that would see both of us risk life and limb every two weeks to stay together. This cemented a bond that became unbreakable, even after the stresses of moving to Mexico and not finding any work there for either of us, or Tom coming to Australia and struggling to find work in a depressed job market in the first five months of being here.

I set aside my dream of doing yoga teacher training in Santa Monica on a scholarship with a yoga studio in Los Angeles and returned to Brisbane to pay off debts, work on Tom's student visa and organise a place to live.

It's now July 2014 and things are very different. We are living together and have learned how to function as a team in a different environment and embracing different values. Our priorities have changed but our dreams have not.

So while Tom has found his niche working for two Germans who value his hard work and ethics, I've started yoga teacher training. I am now halfway through the training with 6 months remaining and I really am excited. By the end of the year, I will be able to start changing my life again in the direction I wanted to go all along.

It's funny, coz my friend Yusuke just went through his own journey. It's been difficult he says but won't elaborate. I think I know what he means. He moved to Berlin to dedicate himself 100% to his music. And he did it. He focused on improving as a musician. And he's come back very different from the man who left. He has learned how to be in a relationship. He has learned how to focus on where he wants to be. He has learned to not waste time or energy on things he doesn't want to do. He's shown me that what I used to know still applies. Do only what you WANT to do. No compromises, no mediocrity.

And so, my journey begins again. This time to return to Central America on a project I actually want to be a part of. There is so much there to choose from but nothing concrete yet. I am also waiting to hear on a scholarship to China, to learn mandarin. We find out at the end of July whether we're moving to China in January or staying in Australia or getting ready to leave for the Americas again. Stay tuned.