Back from the Outback.

For I have returned with a new understanding of Australia. Of the land. Of its people. Will I now dare to call myself Australian?

Driving 2,400 kms in a week and having spent the past week travelling from Broome, through Derby, Looma, Fitzroy Crossing, Halls Creek, Billiluna, Balgo and finally Mullen (I think that’s what its called)… a closed desert community (i.e. no whites fellas allowed, unless with personal contacts)… with a youth mission team, its been a surreal experience in the kimberleys. No amount of discription or superlatives will ever give the right impression.

In that time we had the opportunity to hear stories of the leaders, to talk, to pray with, to minister to those who needed/wanted it.. to support the pastors and the social workers in the areas. We got to go roo hunting and eat what we shot, suck the bums off the green ants and make damper over the fire. Went by so fast. Sigh.