
Palm Springs, Duncan Rd
Returned to Kununurra via the Duncan Road that runs along the other side of the Bungles. Caught up again with friends who live there (Yay friends! It’s so good to see familiar faces.)
Lunch at Timber Creek, and we finally met up with the ‘camel man’ we had been hearing about on and off since Karijini. He is travelling around Australia with two camels, towing a buggy made from an old car. A true incarnation of the simple life. It was a privilege to meet him.
Aged 62, originally from Germany, he has been touring Australia for seven years. He started on a bike, and then moved to camels for lifestyle reasons. He travels around 20km a day. 10km first thing in the morning, and then rests in the shade. Sets off again at 3pm for another 10km. His only expense is food, and decent walking shoes. He advised that he is on the pension, but generally saves about half of it. He said when he does spend more than half the pension, it’s on things that harm his health – eg smokes, junk food – so it’s best not to. He definitely has a clear philosophy on the value of the simple life for both him and the environment, and has set out to achieve this.
Part of me felt I couldn’t cope with that lifestyle… but the other, larger part, felt envy. Trying to unpick what it was he was doing that appealed to me, I came to the conclusion that he had done a pretty good job of creating a monastic life. The self-discipline, the daily rhythm, the lack of belongings, but mainly all that uninterrupted *time* for contemplation. (The joy of being alone!) Plus a real connection with nature, through being outdoors and care of the camels.
I never occurred to me when I was younger, but now I can really see the appeal of becoming a nun. I think it would be easier for me than being a parent. I would have issues with the hierarchy….. but this would just be another avenue through which I would interrogate my control issues.

T feeds Snowy an apple

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