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Dispatches from Brisbane

Nose pressed to the glass: Q1

Ten great days with friends, camped in their front yard, while utilising an indoor bathroom and a *real* kitchen.  Our main outing was to Surfers Paradise to go up to the observation deck of Q1, the tallest tower in Australia.  T is fascinated with tall towers.  Mainly the Burj Dubai, the world’s newest tallest tower (by a long shot).   We spend a lot of time discussing the Burj Dubai.  To such an extent, that when a  passing stranger advised J that he would grow tall and strong by eating his carrot, he replied “Yes, I’ll be just like the Burj Dubai.”  I think the stranger thought that J couldn’t talk properly, and I couldn’t be bothered to clarify… we look strange enough.  When discussion turns to “what are we all going to be when we grow up?”, J’s ambitions include jumping over the Burj Dubai.

I think T has accepted at this point we are not going to be attending the opening of the Burj Dubai, or indeed visiting anytime soon.  However, we have fobbed him off with Australia’s tallest towers – the Q1 (done) and Centrepoint in Sydney (pending).  Actually, this is the only reason we are going to go into Sydney, as we now need to go up the Centrepoint tower.

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Ruminations – post school outcomes

A newspaper reported that the OECD Report on Intergenerational Social Mobility found Australia’s education system was the third worst in the developed world for contributing to social mobility.  This fed into my biases about the ineffectiveness of school.  School’s on-going reputation as  *the* mechanism for social justice, creating “equal opportunity”, is baffling, when all around we see it doing such a brilliant job of perpetuating the status quo.  Surprise surprise, doctor’s kids have a good chance of becoming doctors, and Centrelink kids don’t.

The problem here is the flawed belief that an institution can function as a change agent.  It can’t.  The only change agent out there is another person- and in some cases an heroic teacher can be that person.  But here, the institution of school works against any developing mentor relationships, as at the end of the year, you get another teacher.  And on the side of the coin, this structure itself can preclude teachers making major investments in their relationships with the children in their class, as they know that the end of the relationship is already proscribed. 

Anyway, I pulled up the report and have to confess that I struggled with it because it’s full of economic jargon and tables that are too small to read on my PC.  But I got enough to realise that the journo at the Oz had got it wrong, and that Australia’s system is comparatively good at facilitating social mobility – comparatively, not in absolutes –  because the UK, USA and southern Europe have virtually no social mobility (even though everyone goes to school).

This research supports *early* intervention/care/education as the best way to overcome social disadvantage.  So this is not news.  Everything you read says that if you want to make a difference in kid’s lives you have to get in there early (80 – 90% of the brain synapse connections are made from age 0 – 3)  Policy makers just can’t seem to come up with wholistic ways to do this.  They continue to direct their efforts at school – starting at kindy when the kids turns 4!  If you believed they had the nous to be that organised, you’d think it was a deliberate plot *not* to make a difference in the lives of disadvantaged children.

Further, it confirms my view that school is designed for and by the middle classes/elites.  It serves their children well – it’s obviously designed as a neat continuum from a middle class infancy, and if you didn’t get that, well, you struggle.  And I note that the good economists at the OECD recommend investment in early intervention for disadvantaged groups rather than re-designing school to work for non-elites.   I mean, we wouldn’t want to change what is working is working perfectly well for us, would we?  Worse, we don’t seem to have the imagination to know that it could even *be* different.

 The report finds that in many cases, it is the average socio-economic standing of the school’s parent group, rather than the socio-economic standing of the individual child’s parents, that is the key to a child’s own socio-economic outcomes after school.   This one’s pretty interesting, and I guess is behind the push for aboriginal kids to go to flash boarding schools….. but obviously this is only ever going to be the solution for a minority of disadvantaged kids, as it’s a numbers game.  If a whole bunch of disadvantaged kids rock up to Geelong Grammar, then they are bringing down the average.   I gather that this is also the argument for a school voucher system…  if you can’t afford to buy a house in a rich area and thereby get your kids into the local state school where the other rich neighbourhood kids go, you should be able to buy your way into these schools with your vouchers. 

Anyway, I guess that makes it clear what you are actually buying when you spend money on a private school…. and the more money you spend the more you are putting your child into an environment where chances are all the parents are filthy rich, and somehow – by osmosis – but the best I can think of (and I couldn’t find analysis in the report as to *why* this finding holds) is that if most of the parents are uni-educated and rich, then this is the value system that the child is being exposed to and so they work hard to fit in with that peer group.  Is it that the dominant value system of the school community is a key driver of individual outcomes?

This makes sense, and is supported by all the research that says that in our society teenagers are more influenced by their peers than their parents – and the main reason for this is that they spend far more time with the former than the latter.  That is actually the community within which they have to function, rather than the community of parents/adults.

And is the reason for the high academic results (though I haven’t seen any research on subsequent adult socio-economic outcomes) achieved by some of the charter schools in the US working with disadvantaged groups?  That the seeming inexhaustible energy and enthusiasm of the (young) individual principals/teachers involved is able to oust the general malaise?

On a related topic, I see that in her quest to have more students from low socio-economic backgrounds get to university, Julia Gillard is starting to try to break the link between school results (TER & similar) and university entrance.  (An acknowledgement that the school system can’t  deliver equitable outcomes?)  In Victoria they are are trialling new ways of offering university places – focusing on aptitude tests and interviews and portfolios of work. ( All good news for people who don’t bother to go to school by the way)  I see that the President of the Australian Secondary School Association (of something like that) is all in favour of this, as he feels that the focus on university entrance severely limits the “meanings” of post-compulsory education.  Unfortunately the only other “meaning” he mentioned in the interview was vocational training.

Well, this is all half-baked I’m afraid.  I’ve had it sitting in draft thinking I’ll have time to clear my thinking, but I have just seen that Noel Pearson has pipped me to the post in the latest Quarterly Essay - on “Education and Equality in Australia”. (!!)  The title?  “Radical Hope”.  Anyway, I’m off to find a decent newsagent & I’m hoping to be inspired!

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Teeth-whitening and tanning package: $269

So said the sign outside a “spa” in Port Douglas.  And that gives you a good idea of the type of place it is.  Very beautiful, but teflon.

This got me thinking (again) about the ways in which the culture tries to clone us all into one definition of beauty (tanned, with white teeth!)  Surely something not confined to our own time and place, but now that all the photos are photo-shopped, and you can literally cut and paste and colour your own body, it seems  more extreme.  Plastic surgery actually exists in my own social world (baffling but true.) I particularly remember a child who had her ears “pinned back” as soon as it was legal – aged 7.    It was ‘to save her from being teased at school’.   I wonder what other lessons and values she draws from that experience?  Looks are important.  It’s important to be like everyone else.  Don’t stand out.  You can’t cope with being teased. 

Does she feel sorry for the other kids with sticky-out ears who haven’t  had their ears “done” yet?  Will she ever feel that her body and choices were violated?

Am I just sensitive to this because I have sticky-out ears?

But as it happens I am here to confess that “teeth” is one area where I have been thoroughly socialised into believing that they have to look a certain way.  Blessed with a higgley-piggley mouth of teeth, I had braces when I was 13, and I never questioned the necessity of this, and even now can feel happy that they were “fixed”.   Due to the (painful) rapid movement of my teeth into their “correct” positions, I now have a dead tooth in the front of my mouth that is getting more and more yellow as I get older.  (A dental plot?)

I hope you’re getting a good visual of me, witch-like, with sticky-out ears and yellowing teeth.  It’s amazing I can function in this world at all.

Anyway, I have been advised that the only way to “fix” my yellow tooth, is to have a crown.  Which will involve vast expense, and the removal of a perfectly functioning tooth.  So far I have baulked.  All my principles are at stake:  How can I spend money in this way when other people don’t have *any* teeth and can’t afford them?  The money should be given to a dental clinic somewhere.  If I do this, I will be buying into the whole beauty myth.  The more happy yellow-toothed women out there, the better, as we demonstrate that white teeth are not pre-requisites for a fulfilled life.

BUT (and this is a big but) I *really* don’t like my yellow tooth.  And no intellectual reasoning seems to be able to overcome my flinch of disgust/concern when I see photos of my smiling yellow tooth.  I can intellectually realise that “it doesn’t matter”, but my socialisation doesn’t seem to allow me to emotionally realise the same.  Of course, other people probably have yellow teeth too - I just don’t notice them.

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Dispatches from Cairns

Millaa Millaa Falls

Millaa Millaa Falls

An overnight in Georgetown and then heading into Cairns.  As I started to read about all the great places in this area, I started to have one of my panic attacks: “there’s too much!  – we can’t see all this! – how do we choose what to do!?”  and had to calm myself down with my mantra: “You can’t do everything.”

This is funny for two reasons.  One, in actual fact we have pretty much taken our home lifestyle along on this trip.  We spend a fair bit of time in cafes flipping through books and magazines, and a lot of time sourcing places to sit/swim by water…. interspersed with excursions.  In Perth we have “Friday Family Funday” where we ”go on an adventure”  -  picnics, the zoo, gokarting, etc – so we just have a few more of those types of days.

The second reason is, that I discovered that all of these beautiful Queensland islands  – which I had only known about in the context of package holidays that I could never afford – are actually accessible on day trips, and better - you can camp on them!  The good people at Queensland Parks and Wildlife Service have set aside national park camping grounds on the islands!  Though our camping set up may be difficult to relocate out of the car and into a backpack….

Anyway, my first island destination was Green Island, and I showed P the gorgeous picture and read out the fabulous description of our life on that island for the day.  To which P responded: “that’s not my bag.”  I’ve realised too late that I’ve married into that minority group, People Against Tropical Islands (PATI). 

P claims membership of a larger group, People Against Tourists on Tropical Islands (PATTI).    Fair enough…. but as it happens, we *are* tourists!!  How to overcome this misfortune??

For those interested in logistics, we had two nights camped at Millaa Millaa in the Tablelands- our eyes are being suddently soothed by all this green – and we then went into Cairns proper, and were buffeted by the busyness, so headed back into the mountains – and are now camped at Kuranda.

Steam train journey from Ravenshoe to Tumoulin

Steam train journey from Ravenshoe to Tumoulin

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Dispatches from Burketown

Putting the Nissan through it's paces at Lawn Hall NP.... T & I elected to walk down after the trip up

Putting the Nissan through it's paces at Lawn Hall NP.... T & I elected to walk down after the trip up

After leaving Hells Gate we detoured down to Lawn Hill National Park for lunch and a swim.  This is good evidence of our (ridiculously) recalibrated sense of distance - that we would go out of our way by around 250km on dirt roads for a lunch stop.  Adels Grove campground there was very nice - billed as an eco-tourist venture – meaning you can pay to stay in on-site tents. 

Reading about Burketown en route, I discovered that we would be in town for the “morning glory”, a long tubular cloud formation that comes here for about six weeks a year, and is only found in Burketown and in the Gulf of Mexico.    Apparantly glider pilots make pilgrimages here to surf the morning glory…. and there was a glider trailer parked at the front of the caravan park.  The first guy we met in Burketown was a suitably enthusiastic type who was shooting a doco on the clouds for Discovery channel.   He was able to pass on the hot tips from the locals as to how to know whether the clouds would be coming the next morning…. you’d get condensation on your beer, and the tables at the cafe would start bowing.

No morning glory for us the next morning, and P advised that he wasn’t “hanging around waiting for a cloud.”  What a romantic.

Welcome to Qld

Welcome to Qld

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Ruminations

Halls Creek was a weird kind of apartheid arrangement, where all the white “service” people (police/teachers/public servants) had nice houses at one end of the town, and the local aboriginal people lived in the seeming ghetto -  at the other end of town.  I can understand that if the community doesn’t have enough skilled people to take up local positions then you have to attract them from somewhere else, and that probably includes access to a reasonable house.  But why is the urgency and outcome there for one end of town and not the other?  Why are there ”ends”?   How is it that decent housing has been achieved in only half the town?  I read in the paper that the Fed Govt SIHIP (strategic indigenous housing initiative program – or something like that) for the NT has spent $45 million dollars and haven’t yet built a single house.  Where the money went seems unreported.

Speaking of the lack of investigative journalism – another article in the Oz the other week…..  Lightening Ridge, a community in NSW.  Many of the children have been removed by DoCS.  The mothers claim there has been no abuse; that the DoCs workers view their lifestyle through a white middle class prism and don’t approve, and remove the children citing “neglect”.  Presumably the families have gone through the relevant DoCS/govt processes and got nowhere, so contacted the fourth estate.  The relevant journalists managed to get the official line from DoCS, that the childrens’ removal had been appropriate, and nothing else.  Any 15 year old could do that.  Where is the investigation?  If my children were removed because my lifestyle  didn’t fit with govt official values and I was desperate and contacted a journalist and their “investigation”  comprised a phone call to the relevant govt dept and writing down the official line….. I don’t know what I’d do.   That seems more like what you would expect in China, rather than Australia.  

Anyway, this was an interesting article for me on another issue as well. When they visited Lightening Ridge, the journo interviewed a white middle class woman who had lived there for many years in an abandoned bus with no running water and homeschooled her children (I know this as the journo reported these astonishing facts)    It seems there is no school there.  This mother was waxing lyrical about the fab childhood her kids had had, learning about the bush and cars and cooking etc…. and that this was the childhood that all the kids (black & white) were having…..  anyway her kids had “made good” (more astonishment) one doing postgrad studies in Canada, and the other a public servant with the Vic state govt (you can see where the journo got sidetracked….)  Anyway, obviously I appreciated the h/ed kids “success” stories, but I wondered whether the aboriginal children were seeking/sourcing similar opportunities from this childhood – not so much that these are the only type of outcomes that are “good” in my view, but did the white middle class mum in that environment continue to express/espouse those middle class values of “the world is your oyster”  “you can do anything” ” what will you study at uni?” etc etc… and it was actully her input at this level that made a difference?? 

Anyway, I have no knowledge of the potential ”successful” outcomes achieved by the aboriginal children of the community as the article didn’t go there.

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Dispatches from Katherine

Springvale Homestead - there were lots of wallabies too

Springvale Homestead - there were lots of wallabies too

Right about here I started to endure, rather than enjoy this trip, and like a fish on a hook, twist around looking for ways out.

Then I tried to unpick exactly *what* it was that was bothering me.  Was it the dirt?  The bugs? The lack of private family space?  The lack of time alone? The little awkward practical things about living out of a car?

I can manage with all these things.  I’ve realised that it is the being in the car that is the problem.  Not for me, but for the kids and therefore for me, if that makes any sense.  Particularly J, who is really too young for a road trip.  The burden of entertaining the kids while we are travelling falls disproportionately on me, and I find it really wearing.  It has got to the stage where I’m starting to tense up before we even get in the car….. waiting for the inevitable moment when someone is unhappy and I have to try and come up with ways to get us through before we can stop.

Oh, I *so* want to stop!!

In the main this is the reason that we have been travelling so slowly.  We generally only do about 300km in a day, with a lunch break.  And then when we get somewhere, we usually do two nights at least.

I was/am in resistance mode.  Having to learn to surrender all over again…. a lesson I falsely prided myself on having learnt six years ago.  My equanimity was shot, and it seemed had only ever been an delusion anyway.

In my own head I came to the conclusion that as soon as we hit Darwin I was booking us into some nice accommodation, and then I would take the kids and fly straight to Brisbane.

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Dispatches from Halls Creek

Old town

Old town

We spent a night at the “lodge” at old Halls Creek, 15km out of town – site of WA’s first gold rush.  This place is a mecca for anyone who appreciates the surreal.    We pulled up into the ghost town type surrounds.  A few minutes after we entered the darkened ’reception’, someone yelled from out the back and turned on the lights, and we were served by the bustling Filipino hostess.   I surveyed the mini-mart, but did not make any purchases due to the uncertain age of the groceries on offer.  T spotted a metal detector, and we were encouraged to have a go outside…. and if we liked it we could purchase for $550.  We had a go,  but as it had no headphones, the sound was piercing, and our ears weren’t tuned into the nuances of the tune, such that waving the thing over my wedding ring elicited the same scream as the rest of the dirt road (all gold?)

There was a resident fugitive in one far corner of the park, and a couple of other “permanents”, who had forgorn a boring patch of garden in favour of collections of spare parts for cars and fridges.  I spoke to one about our plans to camp at Wolfe Creek – one of those fantastic laconic characters:  ”That’ll be nice and hot.”  “Nice bumpy road for you.”  It was only later that I realised he looked suspiciously like John Jarratt. 

The best part, of course, is the lodge is for sale!  I asked the lady how much, and it’s $600 000 – three acres – freehold!  OR, she’ll swap for another house, or what have you.  Loved it.

We then set off down the Tanami for Wolfe Creek Crater.  The road *was* nice and bumpy.  And when we got there, it was nice and hot too.  Fortunately the walk to the top of the crater wasn’t too far, so we could achieve it at midday – the ridiculous time we arrived.  T’s comment:  “Where is it?”  I think he was expecting a burning meteorite.  P hiked down into the middle so he could see whether his watch stopped (it didn’t) and could report back on the beautiful wildflowers down there, which we had missed.  

We ditched our plan to camp there due to the searing heat and lack of shade, and headed back down the nice bumpy road.  That night I overheard J playing with his cars:

Red car:  “Would you like to come on the bitumen?”

Blue car:  “Yes please!”

We are now camped at the caravan park in town – initially for one night, which became two to give the kids a break from the car.  I walked around the town, and over the purchase of an citronella candle at the local general store, had an interesting conversation with the chap there.  He’d been in town for two years, and was frothing with anger over the poor circumstances of the aboriginal people in town and the lack of care from mainstream Australia and its government.  So much so he’s emigrating to Canada in disgust.  It was a wide-ranging conversation covering his submissions to Senate Estimates Committees, the Australian Constitition and  Eleanor Roosevelt’s speech on the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights… a portion of which I attach here, and if you were here in Halls Creek you would understand why this resonated for him.   I pretty much know nothing about “Aboriginal Affairs” but you can’t pass through this part of Australia without having some thoughts about it, which I will try to put down at some point.

“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home – so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm, or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman, and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

Wolfe Creek Crater

Wolfe Creek Crater

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Dispatches from the Bungle Bungles

Bungle Bungle,Wolfe Creek Crater 059We’d been told that the road in was bad – allow 2 -3 hours to travel 52 km.  I didn’t think it was so bad, but we had to stop a few times as T felt sick, and P seemed to need to use the air con as an extra set of gears.

I have to be honest and say that I found the landscape a lot more spectacular in photos than in real life – though Cathedral Gorge was magnificent.  Maybe I’ve become accustomed to awesome landscapes over the past few weeks, or maybe the Bungles suffer from over exposure, so in real life you don’t become awestruck.

Once in, there was some discussion as to whether we were going to do the helicopter flight.  Some of our party did not appreciate the $400 saving we had made at Mitchell Falls.  We went to the airstrip to check the costs/available bookings, and before we had had a chance to have a second thought, or check out the available craft (minute, with no doors) we were strapped in and lifting off.  I had J on my lap, with a token safety belt around him.  I clung to him tightly the whole way and wished for it to be over.  How casually we had risked the life of the entire family.  It did give you a different perspective of the range, but frankly I wouldn’t recommend it.  *And* I experienced buyers remorse for the large amount of money now *not* saved.

airborne

airborne

Cathedral Gorge

Cathedral Gorge

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Dispatches from the East Kimberley

Magnificent

Magnificent

We did a huge day from Kalumbaru to Home Valley Station.  This station wasn’t initially on our radar, but was recommended by several families coming from the other direction as being great for kids, with an excellent playground.  So I was determined to go to give the kids a treat, as they have been *amazing* as we have thrown all these new experiences and demands at them.  The playground *was* great, but unfortunately only useable at dawn and dusk as it was in the baking heat.  Fortunately they had a pool, and this more than adequately compensated.  The eastern end of the Gibb River Road must be the glamour end, as it was very flash here, though P did comment that he felt as though he was visiting an “Outback Australia” theme park.

We then had one night at El Questro, which was beautiful.  I was determined to go here, as I have been reading about it in travellers’ porn for years.  We did the boat down the Chamberlain Gorge and swam at Zebedee Springs, but really had to go as we had no fresh food with us, so it was either risk scurvy, or bankruptcy by dining at the restaurant. (P is of the view that I am on a mission to go around Australia sourcing spinach, while I am of the view that he could write a blog reviewing the hardware stores of Australia, as he goes to *all* of them.)

We are now in Kununurra.  We have replaced our windscreen (using our upgraded “windscreen option”) due to the large crack, and are contemplating our next move.

Zebedee Springs

Zebedee Springs

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