Interesting....

Ok, I am not racist, we already established that in my last post.

Driving back from Darwin last weekend, about 50 k’s from Jabiru I saw a car in the ditch, not crashed, just sitting there, and a k further on passed 3 aboriginal women, screeched to a halt and demanded they get in. They, strangely, were a bit reluctant despite the fact that they had put the thumb out as I passed. But I told them I was from Jabiru and worked for Kakadu Health, and so they got in. It was dark and sprinkling with rain, so they would have had a long, wet 50 k walk, not too many cars on the road.

Unfortunately they’d been fishing, so the smell of fish was quite strong. They had one in their bag, and a small turtle they told me (bon apetit, I replied). Fortunately, the bounty was fresh. We got home at 8-ish, I dropped them off then unpacked my shopping – mostly booze, coz you can't buy it here – and rang Tom before cooking tea and hitting the hay. I did think, wow, I only have a dozen bottles of wine, I could have sworn I'd bought 14. BUT, I'd had such a full-on day that I really couldn't have been sure.

Well, today I finally remembered to ask my friend Chrissie how many I’d bought, coz she helped me shop. “14”, she says, “coz you had the two 6-bottle cartons, and 2 loose ones”, which is exactly what I thought. So, that ungrateful bitch in the back seat had somehow maneuvered her way through the wire grate that separates the back seat from the back section of the 4wd while I was driving them home, and helped herself. It was too dark for me to see what was going on, and they were talking in their language all the way, so the big joke was on me.

It’s not the wine, it’s the way I got repaid for doing a good deed. Leaves a sour taste - especially when living in these remote areas we do everything in our power to ensure that we treat these people with the respect we are told they deserve.

Just telling the truth here !!!