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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Winter 2019 - OZ 5 Troy’s Guided Tour of Bunbury


2019 - OZ  5   Troy’s Guided Tour of Bunbury

Troy is an Aboriginal Australian.
Troy With His Didgeridoo and Hans

Webster describes Aboriginal like this:   https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aboriginal

I feel a kinship with the people who have lived in Australia for eons. They are not ‘fauna’ as was the pervasive belief before 1967, they are people, humans with feelings, needs and rights like everybody else.

The treatment of the Aborigines in Australia is a sad, dark and mostly unresolved episode in the founding of the country. Most of them could not vote before 1967. 

I don’t have the solution, I don’t even have ideas on how to help each side, but it is a fact that the they were not treated humanely.

Norfolk Island Pine (Monkey Puzzle Tree?)
 The British-based laws of Australia did not accept the Native population as anything more than a Kangaroo or a Wombat. The people were regarded, by law, as being ‘Indigenous’, meaning part of the land.

They were literally called ‘fauna’ even though, technically every studious Australian will say no, they were never fauna. The facts are that the Aboriginal Australians were seriously discriminated against. They were pushed into the Ministry Department with fish and were amalgamated to form the Department of Aborigines and Fisheries (DAF).” 

Date Palm
Aborigines are slowly gaining acceptance in Government circles today but it is still a struggle for them.

All of the Aboriginals living in Australia were Hunter/Gatherers. Sure they had laws, but their laws were developed over a long, long time and are based on their lifestyle. Their culture is very, very different from anybody else’s on Earth mainly because they had no contact with ‘outsiders’ during the last 4000 years.

Most people will tell you that people lived in Australia for at least 50,000 years. I even read numbers of 70,000 years.

Now, with the latest DNA studies the numbers change again. The latest finding tells us an unbelievable 400,000 years of people being in Australia.

Imagine the changes that have occurred during even 50,000 years. Romans are 2000 years old.
Colourful Frangipani
Australian Aborigines did not have a written historical record; they had what is known today as their ‘Dream-times’. Many books have been written about the Dream-times, many movies have been made. 

Troy showed us how he looks at daily life. He listens to the wind. He watched the leaves blow in the trees. He was much attuned to his surroundings. He was not daydreaming but watched his aura, my aura, Carol’s aura. His upbringing, on a reservation, made him into a very sensitive, nature-oriented individual. He lives with Nature as his friend, as his guide. Never is he just idle, he is always aware of the slightest changes around him.

It seems he lives in an altered state-of-being. He walked with us but was wide-eyed, sensitive to our behavior, our way of talking, and our vibes. He spoke clearly, knew what he was talking about, and seemed to have been educated in a different way. 
Walking Along the Edge of the Wetlands

He spoke of his mother respectfully, even lovingly. He was proud of his father, even though he knew little of the man who gave him his genes. He told us stories of how his mother was abducted as a child, forced to attend a Mission school and raped. He used the words “kidnapped” and “raped” when he spoke about his mother’s ordeal when she was away from her family to get a ‘white’ man’s education. 

Those situations are not exclusive to Australia, however. I heard similar stories from Native Americans, who were forced to attend schools.
Great Tailed Grackle
I heard those same stories in Argentina and I am sure there are other places on earth where well-meaning people forced education on to the Native People. Is this the right way, the only way, or the best way, to educate ‘heathens’?  How else could they have been helped to see the light of learning, some folks asked me. I don’t have the answers, but it seems wrong to my feelings, to my way of thinking. WE, the white people, intruded on ‘their’ land. Was there no better way to live harmoniously with each other besides ‘forcing’ the Natives to see it OUR way?

Our tour was emotionally moving. Disturbing in some ways, I felt helpless in many ways, but I at least listened to the gripes uttered by Troy. 

Troy has his family, like all of us. He lives with his daughter; she takes care of him now.
Troy was not a young man as you can see in the pictures. He loves playing the Didgeridoo and is really good at it.  

Troy With His Didgeridoo

Sculpture Looks Like Troy
He showed us some ‘tools’ he brought along, a great digging stick, a very soft kangaroo pelt, his well worn Didgeridoo and yes, a boomerang, possessions he treasures; Small samples of his heritage that are with him at all times. 

Sculpture Looks Different From Different Angles






He was proud of his ‘Aboriginal’ features; he showed us ‘proudly’ that the art installed at the pier in Bunbury is modeled from his face. He loved it that he looked like a typical Aborigine.

Proud was he, too when he showed us ‘his’ art, the art he painted on the walls in the park section of Bunbury.
Some of Troy's Art Showing the Connection Between His People and Koombana Bay and to the Dolphins.
6 Circles Represent the 6 Seasons
Fish Diet Includes Mullet, Herring, Salmon, Crab & Prawn

He makes his living by giving tours to tourists. He has a vision, a wish to install a more elaborate section of his native ‘village’ for tourists to see. He wants ‘others’ to share his experiences of life, he wants to show what it means to be an Australian Aborigine. He loves to talk about the old ways, the “how it was years ago”. He has countless Dream-time stories he would talk about forever, it seems.
Crest On Troy's Shirt





Troy is a gentle man; he is like an ambassador for his culture. A culture of people, a life style, which was and is truly in touch with Mother Earth, with Nature. They lived harmoniously with each other, Mother Nature and the Aborigines, they partnered up for millennia. 
Viewing Platform Being Built

The British Empire ‘only’ settled into Australia in the, let’s say, last 200 years. Compare that with living for at least 50,000 years off the land.

Koombana Bay Will Be Seen From the Viewing Platform













Of course they did not have the internet, they did not fly to the moon, they did not have cars, horses, or the latest medicine, etc.  Yet, they lived a useful life, a happy life for thousands of years…  Until the British came and dropped their criminals off. 

The rest is History.











Sunday, September 15, 2019

Winter 2019 - OZ 4 Bunbury and Gnomesville


2019 - OZ  4   Bunbury and Gnomesville

After our Mint visit in Perth it was time we started our car journey. We drove about 2 hours south along Highway 2 to the city of Bunbury. We only drove about 2 hours (since we spent the morning at the Mint) after we left Perth and told ourselves to not drive late into the day. We are now on the road and we have some basic guidelines. There is no rush getting on the way each day. We wake up, have breakfast and then drive. If we like a place we stay for a full day or so. We do not drive AFTER 4 pm or close to it. We do not have destinations. We stop at whatever we find along the way. Yes, we take side trips if the ‘attraction’ is kind of ‘off’ the path and we just ‘doodle’ along. We have time. 
The Crooked Carrot Cafe

While the temperatures are hot, the car has A/C, so it’s not bad. We get gas when the tank shows half full. We carry water, we carry some food. We are in the car after all.

This is not a race, this is an ‘exploration’, we try to find what is along the roads but we have no clue as to what is really out there.
Tea Cups Indicate the Washrooms


Case in point is our first Lunch Stop at the Crooked Carrot. We found this place by accident.
 
This is Australia; there are many ‘quirky’ places. Once you dig in to these places you will find some ‘strange’ stuff. Like the bathrooms signs. Carol was directed to the ladies washroom by the girl telling her: “Find the tea cups”. Not as easy as it sounds! What do they mean when they say… find the tea cup? Having time makes one look around and finds surprises everywhere.

Downtown Bunbury
But Bunbury is our first real stop because?   It just fits our time schedule. No special reason to stop here.

Yet, as it turned out, it is a nice town. We stayed 2 nights.

I made reservation for a hotel on the internet, I mostly used Hotels.com. Whenever we can ‘guesstimate’ where we would end up for the day, I made a reservation on line. Yet there were many days when we just made a town, drove around, found a hotel and moved in for the night. We did NOT always follow a strict schedule and our reservations were made only if it became evident that we had no better choice than to think ahead.
Motorcycle Parking

We were kind of ‘drifters’ finding what was along the way, along the roads. 

Carol is very good in reading brochures, finding spots, having a sense of what is good.
 
So now let’s start our journey not day by day, but from attraction to attraction. You’ll see, it’s quite a bunch of experiences and is actually very varied. 
Outstanding Sunset Across From Our Hotel

When we arrived in Bunbury we just aimed for the hotel we booked on line and kind of ‘crashed’. We ate something near the nondescript hotel but then had the most amazing after dinner walk. The sunset that evening was outstanding. It is hard to put it into pictures, but since the hotel we booked was right near the Ocean we had a wonderful view of the clouds, the dipping sun and even the wind aided us in feeling extremely comfortable. Balmy air swirled around us and other evening walkers were about. It was the ‘golden hour’, the best time of day.
Beach Walkers

Our hotel had no breakfast, so we went to town to find a breakfast place. Easy enough with a car; our breakfast place was near the Information Center, near the old train station. So we ate well and then, as serendipity wanted us to do, visited the official office of the Town’s Info Center.

We just walked in; Carol wanted to find some brochures about the area around us. The ladies behind the counter were very friendly and we started chatting. Remember, we have time!
Clifton Motel

During our chat we found out that there is a town called Gnomesville, which we have to visit. We found out that we can also have a tour with Troy tomorrow, an Aboriginal Native, who can serve as our guide. We found out we can get a better rate at ‘another’ hotel in town if we want to stay an extra day. We found out a lot of small stuff but that is why we are here. We take what is along the roads.
This Way to Gnomesville



Gnomesville:  about 30 minutes out of Bunbury is a town inhabited by gnomes. Gnomes from all over the earth come here to spend a few years or even their whole lives. Those gnomes are very small, as you can see by this one that we found in the middle of an old, felled tree stump. This stump of a 350-year old Jarrah Tree measured 40 meters high (131 feet) and 7.2 meters 23 feet, 7 inches).
350 Year Old Jarrah Tree With a Tiny Gnome Burrowed Into the Centre












Those gnomes live all over, but somehow they are much more concentrated in Gnomesville. I guess they like being crowded, being gawked at by tourists. 
One Tiny Corner of Gnomesville

Now, I know it is hard to believe that there is a town called Gnomesville, but as you can see… I’ve been there and brought home pictures to prove it. Ask Carol… she took all those pictures… and I have lots more if you still doubt us. There is a town called Gnomesville in Australia, you can actually Google it if you are a doubting Thomas. Our pictures, though, should be proof enough.

Hi There
Checking Out the Scenery













Game of Gnomes?






A Harley Dude











Step Carefully - They Are Everywhere

A Soccer Game

Hi to the Grey Gnomads













A Game of Chess


Some Were Hiding







Better Gnomes and Gardens













3 Men in a Tub or Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil?




Some Had Their Own Home






Gnome Sweet Gnome










Another Part of Gnomesville