Well.. I make it sound dramatic, when it's not really anything of great importance. But we just sold our old car.

It'd been sitting on our front lawn procrastinating for well over a month, battery dead, grass growing wild around it.

We had initially thought we might possibly keep it and use it for the rougher journeys, but we realised, and rightly so, that we are not a 2 car family, and for the little needs we have (stocking up on fruit at the markets each week), we really couldn't justify have an extra set of wheels sitting around.

For a while also, we thought we may have to pay someone to come and remove the thing. Here in Queensland, cars are more expensive than other states, but surprisingly getting rid of old cars, is not a simple issue. In other places the wreckers will pay you for them, but not here.. here you have to pay them to take them off your hand.

Fortunately for our little car, it managed to find a new home. We sold it for $50 to some couple who live on 300 acres, that'll use it for purely driving around on their property. $50 was basically given away, especially as it likely had more than that in petrol in the tank.. But it at least us saved us paying $80 for a wreckers to come and scrap it, and at least, too, it will see out the rest of it's life on a farm until it finally dies of whatever it's destiny prescribes..

So yesterday they came and picked it up.. drove it off on it's own steam.. and left the lawn looking bare and forlorn.

I think for Květa especially, the car holds a lot of memories. She had it before I arrived on the scene, and it had really been a Godsend for her, suddenly making shopping and getting around so much easier.

So it's gone now.. End of an Era..

Stuff happening here.. besides the gardening and slow progress book writing, the rainy season seams to be sort of happening now too, making our little garden sprout more than ever, with pawpaws reaching new heights, passion fruit vines spreading out, pumpkin and watermelon plants going wild, and new fruit trees sprouting up from the compost. It's a good time of year.

Kveta and I went down to Rene Beresfords memorial last sunday (8 days ago!). He was the guy that was the major figurehead behind that 1990's fruitarian network movement. Producing a quarterly fruitarian newsletter for roughly one decade..

Rene Beresford Memorial (23/12-1928 - 24/10-2010)

It was held on the northern end of trinity beach, and roughly 15 people or so turned up including Zalan, who flew up from Victoria for the occasion, and locals Eddie, Christine, and Robert Lockhart.. Plus some other faces we may had seen in passing, but never actually met, so we made some new friends too.

Joining us also, were Kairos and Lindsay, who are a couple of young fruit centered americans over here on an adventure. They were staying with Harley and Freelee down near Brisbane someplace, visited Anne too, and are now hanging out in our neck of the woods. Actually, yesterday we picked them up from fruitopia where they've been sort of wwoofing this past week or 2, and they're spending their last days up here at our place.

Lindsay & Kairos are delightful company, and they and I have been for some great little nature outings exploring some local creeks and waterfalls.


Kairos and Lindsay out for a walk

There are some truly spectacular walks not too far from where we live, and plenty of accompanying natural waters..


Kairos taking a shower

We stopped at this place for a swim for a while.. truly breathtaking view:


great swimming hole
- you've gotta be adventurous to find this one!

Life's good.
hugs,
mango.

Yeah.. I'm enthused and writing again! It's taken me a while to get started, but these last few weeks I have resurrected my book, and it has once more undergone a major transformation and morphed into something different again..

I've decided to focus more on my own life now.. it being so entwined with the philosophical thoughts I otherwise harbor and which will also feature in the book..

I generally sit and write for a couple of hours each morning.. Which perhaps sounds like I'm speeding through it, but isn't actually the case.. Much of the time is always spent rereading through stuff I've already written and rearranging things, adding stuff that I've forgotten, and taking brief notes of things I need to get down..

I no longer have any idea how many pages I've written, as I'm using a straight forward text editor to get my thoughts down, which just shows me one great big long page..

Once I'm done with a first draft, whenever that'll be, I'll cut and paste it all into a word processor, and start formatting it as I read through and decide what to and what not to include.. I would guess though that I'm pushing a 150 pages or so..

I think you'll find the book interesting, even if it is me saying so.. my life has been incredibly complicated, with all manner of bizarre and unusual occurances that I'm hoping will both enthrall and entertain.. from my daring escape of military conscription, to a year spent in the australian bush.. but, oh my, i'm giving the plot away.. Not to worry, that's just a tiny snippet..

Otherwise, Kveta and I are enjoying our lives, swimming regularly in the Barron river, eating plenty of fruit, and occasionally visiting Fruitopia where often interesting wwoofers pass through..

More another when..
Mango.

It's my 49th Birthday today.. We've just gotten back from the Tolga market..

After leaving the market, we noticed that the car was just turning over to 400,000 kilometers, so we pulled over to take a picure..

400,000 kilometers

The car's a 1990 (or '91 ?) white toyota camry station wagon.. Kveta bought it a couple of years before I arrived on the scene, and it's served us mightily well so far... seeing us safely relocated from sydney to the tropics, plus supplied with fruit regularly..

The markets, see, are held in a different town each weekend.. dependent on which weekend of the month it is.. the 1st sunday of the month it's in Tolga, just less than 30kms away.. The 2nd saturday of each month it's in Mareeba, our home town. the 3rd Saturday, it's in Malanda, probably 50kms away, the 4th, it's in Yungaburra, about the same distance as Malanda, and the 5th Saturday (if there is one), it's back in Mareeba again..

Black sapote/chocolate pudding fruit, from a local
Papua new Guinean womans garden..

The month just gone was pretty unusual in that there were 5 saturdays, and the 1st of this month, today, happens to also be the 1st sunday.. thus, we've just had 2 markets one after each other, and next weekend, no market at all.. unless we go to the atherton market on the coming saturday (a market we generally skip as it's not as good as the others)..

Anyhow, we've found that the markets are pretty much one of the better ways to stock up on food for the week. They're also a way to meet and get to know local growers.. We already have contact details of a couple of families that grow local fruits spray free, and have been welcomed to get out and visit them and buy directly from their land.. Something we've been lazy about doing as the markets normally see us reasonably well stocked for the week..

Our kitchen stocked up with fruit.. (Also, not visible, Avos,
cucumbers, black sapote, pumpkin, passion fruit & more

This morning, at Tolga, we were given a box of pawpaw for free, which is the main reason we drove out there, as we had already been to the mareeba markets yesterday and were otherwise wellstocked..

In our little garden at the moment, we are still regularly eating our home grown tomatoes, and visited frequently by a little local couple of birds.. One woman we know called them "little willy wagtails", but we're not exactly sure what species they belong to.. they like to sit nearby and watch us, and I'm sure sometimes they play a game to see just how close they might get to us without actually touching.. Swooping down and nearly landing on our feet our head, but then flitting off elsewhere, and when we sit down, they come and sit quietly and watch us..

Local little willy wagtail watching me garden

Here's another photo with Kveta holding up a bowl of freshly picked tomatoes to one of our little friend who's probably not that impressed with them, as they seem to prefer fluttering little insects..

Wagtail watching kveta with bowl of tomatoes

Yesterday I was calling him from the house.. trying to mimic their song, and from somewhere out back, one of them was answering my call.. kveta was in the kitchen laughing about it..

Once I'd stopped calling, one of them came around to the front of the house, sat on the window sill, sang really loud and cheerfully, and then flew off..

Kveta with fresh picked tomatoes

On another less cheerful note.. we had a short interview with our bank manager during the week.. We wanted to find out what the chances were that we might be able to somehow borrow money to buy ourselves our much desired piece of paradise.. To be honest, I think we naively entered the bank optimistically thinking that we would at least be able to borrow a couple of hundred thousand, possibly more ..

It turned out that in their eyes, our financial situation and incomes are too low for them to be able to lend us any money.. So the bubble, that was one potential escape route to our future home and garden was burst..

A good place for a swim - at Fruitopia - click to enlarge

We left the bank pretty saddened, but still optimistic that somehow or another the universe will manifest for us a corner of the earth that's rural and next to water with privacy, for much desired naturism practise, and space for untethered fruit tree planting.. Some place with a nice swimming hole, like the one pictured both above and below:

me at the fruitopia swimming hole a couple of days ago..

Last Tuesday, Květa flew back into Cairns again.

I figured as her flight landing wasn't scheduled until 18:50, I'd head into Cairns earlier and find a durian or 2 for us to share on her arrival.. However, I guess that just wasn't meant to be, as although I tried 5 or 6 different places, all of them were out of stock.. Bit of a let down as I'd really been looking forward to a durian again, - that creamy sweet deliciousness..

I did, however, manage to score some really yummy longan fruits to share..


Fruitopia Swimming Hole
Anyhow, time on my hands still, I'd also prearranged to meet Venant.. He's this raw vegan guy we met at fruitopia after that 80/10/10 gathering that Harley and Freelee organized in December last year (ended shortly before our arrival in the tropics)..

Venant's also famous worldwide for his role in decapitating Xena.. Yep.. He's the Samurai Ninja that finally beheaded the iconic warrior princess, appearing in the last 2 episodes of the long running TV show.. I have to confess that I've actually seen an episode once or twice, although only coincidently as it was never a show I was in to..

So we met up around 17:30, and spent an hour or so together chatting. He's currently doing a juice thing, and I think he said it was his 14th day on just juices on that day we met.. He's a great balanced guy with his wits about him, and delightful company.. a pleasure meeting up with him again.

He made me a delicious fresh apple juice, and soon afterwards I was headed on to the airport..

I must have got there at roughly the same time as Květas plane landed.. around 18:50, and by 18:55 I was in the airport lounge waiting to meet and great her..

We had our trusty little mobile phones with us that spend most of their times turned off or discharged, but this time were both battery loaded and on.. She rang me within minutes of me getting in to the airport to let me know that she would be last to leave the plane because they'd be pushing her in a wheel chair..

Anyhow, we were soon in each others arms again, after her too long sojourn elsewhere, (zlobila jsi mně K! - byla jsi pryč  aš moc dlouho!).

We weren't able to leave the airport immediately as Květa had her own wheelchair with her as luggage that we had to first wait for and pick up. But it didn't take long really, and we were soon in the trusty car driving back up the range toward our temporary stepping stone home in Mareeba..

Munching on longans on the way up and both feeling glad to be homeward bound..


Photo taken an hour before driving down to Cairns to pick up Květa

Květa was, and still is feeling a little run down from all her travelling, and her sleeping pattern isn't full back to normal yet, but will no doubt soon be, and I'm sure she'll be updating her own blog again sooner or later.. Letting you all know what she's been up to..

We were at Mareeba Markets together yesterday and fully stacked up with fruit for the coming week..

Papaya, pineapple, tomatoe, cucumber, pumpkin (yes, we haven't done this much before, but we really like them fresh juiced together with tomatoes!), oranges, rockmelon and the infamous chocolate pudding fruit(!).. yum!

Hugs to all,
mango.

Less than a week now until Kveta gets back here.. She's been gone far too long.

Meanwhile I've been hanging out here, visiting Fruitopia twice a week for a bath in the creek.. I find the water there so much more appealing than our "on tap" water which is sadly mightily chlorinated and smells like a swimming pool..

I'm sure that it must have an effect on the stuff we're growing in the garden, although to be honest, I'm not able to notice that effect.. The cucumbers we've grown are simply delicious..

I've been watching some Derren Brown videos recently..

That guy is simply soo good at whatever it is he's doing.. If you don't know him, he's this English stage performer who works his own brand of mind reading, hypnotic, magic tricks.. I think he really has an ability to get inside the mind of others, including the audience..

He claims to have no psychic powers what-so-ever, and everything is slight of hand, cold reading, NLP (Neuro-Linguistic Programming), PWA (Perception Without Awareness), hypnotism, mentalism and showmanship. I think I've a rough understanding of some of what he does, but other things he manages to pull off I have absolutely no idea about..

In the show I just watched, he manages to get some elderly lady who doesn't play poker, to go up against 5 of the countries top poker players..

Before she does this, she spends a little over a week with Derren, where he trains her for the event.. The result.. she manages to nearly come first out 6 contestants.. Well, she came 2nd, but only because an unlucky card was dealt at the end.. Experts seemed to think that she would have absolutely no chance against the guys she was up against..

In a similar show I've seen previously, he manages in 1 single week to teach this girl to play the piano at such a level that at the end of the week she plays in front of a live audience, at a very high level.. Her training was all done without her even touching the piano once before hand.. Now explain that one!

hugs,
mango.

On saturday, just passed, I went to the Malanda market and stocked up on food for the week.

Pineapples, custard apples, papaya, mandarins, tomatoes, persimmons, cucumbers and avos..

I already had a box of oranges back at home, enough to last me the rest of this week, at least, but somehow I felt like I wanted more..

So driving back through Atherton, I stopped off at Woolworths to check out if they had anything appealing...

One sad and lonely little durian caught my eye, and some juicy looking medjool dates.. I can never resist eating a date while browsing the fresh produce, but don't normally buy any, but for a change, I bought a handful, together with the lonesome durian..

The durian was devoured before I'd even got back to base.. First one I'd had for quite a while now.. well.. at least a month say.. (for those of you curious, I'm on me tod at the moment.. Kveta is away visiting friends and family)..

Anyhow, today, having still the taste of that durian in my mouth, I felt like more.. So I drove back out to Atherton for 2nds.. actually 3rds too.. I bought 2 medium sized ones..

But what a let down! Saturday's one was reasonable, not the best, but satisfying and appealing enough for me to want more, but today's were frankly very disappointing.. watery and flavourless.

Woolies durian are generally pretty crappy up this ways.. They're frozen in Thailand and shipped to Sydney where they arrive reasonably fresh.. but then they have to get them up from Sydney to this neck of the woods, a good 3 or 4 day journey..

And there-in lies the problem.. instead of keeping them frozen for the journey, they are just refrigerated, so by the time they get here, they are all thawed out and past their peek..

I kind of knew that already, and had told Kveta in the past that I don't want any more of them, but, you know how it is when you feel you want something, and saturday's one must have been a freak that was actually flavoursome and good enough for me to return for more..

So.. no more woolies durian for me thanks.. I should save the durian money for a trip to the philipines instead,, or back to Thailand again..

absolutely delicious custard apples though!!

peace,
mango.

A short while ago, i posted to facebook the intro to the fruitarian documentary made by Emile with the help of David..

I think they did a great job with that by the way, and I'm still looking forward to seeing the finished version of which Emile finished recently (he aired it to a an audience of a couple of hundred or so, and the general feeling was it went down well, sparking the curiousity of many toward fruitarianism..)..

- the video above isn't the video I'm talking about, by the way.. that can be seen here:

Fruitarian Doco Intro

anyhow.. like i said, i posted the video onto facebook.. I've had an account since sometime last year, but generally don't go there, as quite frankly it confuses the bijeebers out of me.. I signed up predominantly to hook up with some old friends, and maybe view their photos or videos, and just generally keep in touch.. Certainly, I looked up a fair few old faces I once knew quite well, people that I'm guessing without facebook I'd probably never have heard from again.. So there was a certain degree of success there..

So then, that video got posted, and suddenly my inbox was inundated with friend requests.. I ummed and aahd a fair bit about them.. Only few of the people I'd heard of, and the rest friends of friends, and even some complete strangers..

this morning i was messing around on facebook again, and made the very rash decision to just befriend everybody.. so i just clicked on each "make friends" button, one after the other.. about 30 or so in all..

and now i've done that, i'm feeling strangely deeply saddened by the fact.. like i betrayed myself, because i really just wanted to have people i personally "know", like, having met them in the flesh, as friends, and now i've just gone and forsaken my ploy, and got heaps of new friends i don't know.

i'm almost feeling a little like canceling my facebook account as it doesn't exactly bring more joy into my life..

i think i'll just abandon it for a while, and stick to my blogs, that's enough for me.. i feel i don't want to get too involved in much internetwise.. i feel pretty much done with the whole forum thing, and debating my opinion everywhere.. it's like, i feel quite committed and certain of the path i've chosen, and have no doubts that 100% fruitarianism is the right thing for me to be doing right now..

i'm going outside for some sunshine..

hugs,
mango..
ps hope you enjoy the video i posted here too.. made me laugh as i found myself relating well to it's content..

I'm sure there must be worst ones than me out there.. surely there must be (?!).. I mean, the worlds full of sick crazy wackos that just have to be doing a far worse job at in than I do..

but loonies aside, I do often feel like I've been (and continue being) a pretty rotten one too.. I had no real contact with my brother and his 7 kidded brood as they were growing up. It's easy to try and point the blame elsewhere, but the truth is I never really made any great effort to keep in touch. - after a couple of decades of basically zero communication, we have only very recently begun a correspondence once more..

Of course it's helped little that we've both been on separate continents all this time.. and it's highly unlikely that we'll ever be living in close proximity of each other ever again.. .. But I'm excusing myself..

Today's my niece Amelias 5th birthday, and I've been mulling over the fact that since saying sad and tearful goodbyes to her, some 3 and a half years ago, at the train station in Sheffield, I've basically been completely out of her life..

The few times I've attempted to talk with her on the phone, she's not really cared for any part of it, which of course has been completely understandable, as I doubt she was ever fully aware who was at the other end, and what close friends we'd once been, before I upped and left.. flying off to the other side of the globe.


me and my old buddy and fellow fruitarian, prem das,
next to rustys market after a durian feast
Of course.. I had to leave really.. destiny was calling me impatiently, and despite the heartbreak of leaving behind loved ones, Australia & Kveta were definitely good and necessary moves for me.

But that doesn't stop me feeling sad about having family so far away, and not being around while they grow.

It's been on my mind lately too, about the possibility of me returning to England to catch up with everyone in 2011, but much as I'm missing folks there, and looking forward to seeing them, I'm also dreading the idea of a trip back to the UK.. numerous things I wouldn't be looking forward to if I were to return.. and I get so attached to our nest here and little garden too.. making it even more difficult for me to leave.. and then there's the who financial viability of a trip back there.. I'm normally an expert budgeter, and feel comfortable with a steady trickle of expenses, - something not compatible with a trip to the other side of the globe!!

What to do? only time will tell.. I want them all to come and live over here in Australia!!

happy birthday Amelia!

peace,
mango.

Well, as life continues to move pretty slowly, movement is not at all so slow in our garden..

The first cucumbers we put in as seeds a few days after we got here, are now full of cucumbers that are at that stage where they're ready to be picked and eaten..


Not even 2 months old (from seed) and already ready to eat

Yum.. We picked that one yesterday, together with the 2 others in the picture below, and kveta and i enjoyed our first home grown fresh cucumber meal of the season.. !!


We ate these 3, freshly picked, yesterday afternoon!

Actually, these are from the first of many seeds we've planted out, and hopefully we should be eating our own cucumbers regularly now throughout the rest of the season.. !

the cucumbers are the sweetest, creamiest cuces we've eaten.. showing us once more the power of vegan organic gardening.. the seeds having been planted in soil thrown onto the top of decomposing fruit skin compost.. and water regularly with my own pea..

As for the rest of our so far prepared little garden.. the tomatoes are somewhat slower in developing, but several plants are slowly progressing, and quite a few seedlings sprouted around the place too..

The pawpaws we transplanted from fruitopia have all reestablished themselves well, and are powering, together with an abundance of pawpaw seedlings from the best local pawpaw grower in the area (werner from the local markets, who sells a variety called red hawaiian solo.. very sweet, delicious and moreish)..

apart from that, seedling fruit trees are starting to poke their heads from beneath the soil, as the dormant life from the regularly buried compost heaps begin to awaken.. we have several small akee seedlings, and this morning i spotted a durian pushing through the earth..

now if only we had our own more permanent piece of land! as it is, we still know that probably the maximum length of time we'll be living in this particular rented property is likely to be not more than a year..

but what can you do?! i guess you've got to enjoy it while it lasts, and not be too attached to things.. hopefully by the time we leave, the pawpaw trees will have established themselves well enough for the next tenants to see the value in them and not rip them out, but somehow i think the durian, akee, and other such fruit trees will likely not be so easily tolerated..

peace,
mango.

Just short of a week ago, we finally got ourselves reconnected to the internet.

It took us a while longer than expected due to a couple of technical issues.. Primarily because we signed up initially with telstra (australias major telephone network owner) internet, but shortly after signing up had a change of feeling about being locked in on their 24 months contract, so canceled that deal before it had really gotten started (which turned out to be lucky, as had the contract already been initiated, we would have been legally obliged to stick with them for 2 full years!!)..

anyhow, as said, we canceled the telstra internet deal, and after the dust had settled on that one, we signed up with TPG instead, and I have to say, so far, it beats telstra hands down.. far faster than the connection we had in sydney with telstra, and only a 6 month contract with the same monthly price..

so...



we're back!

checking our emails regularly, and slowly working through the backlog of stuff that has built up over the past few months of being predominantly offline..

We've settled in to our new place ok, and it feels more like home daily, although the lack of features we desire will likely forever be an issue..

daily existence is taking on its routines.. Fridays we tend to get up early and drive down to rustys market in cairns.. - we're still scoring australian durian every visit, but the season is slowly trickling to a halt though..

saturdays we generally visit the local market (actually, the "local" market changes location every week, depending on which saturday of the month it is.. like this coming saturday will be the 4th of the month, and the market will be in Yungaburra.. about 50kms drive away from where we're at.. but a ride worth making as we tend to stock up on cucumbers and tomatoes at those markets, locally grown and at prices far below the commercial businesses around the area)..

actually, we stuck some cucumber seeds in the ground pretty much as soon as we got here, and so the biggest plants are already 2 foot tall, or more, and plenty of others at intermittent sizes below that.. also our pawpaw seedlings are looking healthy, and several tomato plants are growing from seed too.. It looks like we'll be eating our own home grown cuces in under 2 months from now.. we juice them daily.. yum..

also, foodwise, the akee at fruitopia seem to have just gone through a second spurt of fruiting, and we've been fortunate enough to help liberate some of them.. when we can, we are enjoying their cheesy savouriness in abundance.. I definitely feel they are currently my number 2 fruit.. just falling short of the mighty durian.. although no doubt, if we were to have a glut of marrangs or chempadeks, they would be ousted from their 2nd position..

Life's good.. more another when..

peace,
mango.

So..

We moved in to our new home, as planned, last Thursday..

The Lifeline people kindly delivered us a few small items of furniture.. A fridge, a sofa, a coffee table, a kitchen table with 2 chairs, a wardrobe and a bed.. Unfortunately the bed is sort of too small for us. Too short, lengthwise for me, and not wide enough for the both of us, so for the time being, we've borrowed a couple of single mattresses from Fruitopia..

Meanwhile, we've also invested in another couple of small tables, a juicer like we had in Sydney, and some small bedding things.. We've also started mosquito proofing the house, by tightly drawingpinning net curtains to the window frames.. A nifty little solution that's far more cost effective than investing in mozzymeshing..

We're both very happy to finally have a home of our own. It even has a carport which is keeping the car dry and out of the sun.. (Torrential downpour happening right at this moment folks!)

Actually, while on the subject of the car, I was just noticing how much more petrol we've been consuming since since moving up here, and it's really taking up a far bigger chunk of our monthly expenses than it did back in Sydney days.. I suppose the furthest we travelled there was from our home in Malabar to Kingsford where we generally travelled twice weekly for fruit.. That would've been a round trip of 30 kms or so. Here, we are voyaging to Cairns and back weekly, a round trip of easily 130kms, and often travelling to Atherton and further afield once or twice a week, adding up to considerably more than 70kms per trip.. Not to mention small trips in and out of Mareeba centre, which although that'll be lessened now, as we have moved closer to the centre than Fruitopia was, it's still significant..

So we're considering getting some kind of conversion done to the engine to reduce the petrol consumption and instead use one of those water fuel cell things.. To be honest, I really am not mechanically minded at all, but there's this guy at the Saturday markets that has a stall where he claims to be selling something he calls Hydrogen Water Fuel Cell Technology (his business is called "Hydroxyboost").. It's not something that will run your engine 100% on water, which of course is what we'd prefer, but his little device that gets attached to the engine of the car can supposedly increase fuel efficiency by up to 40%, horsepower by up to 20% and reduce emissions by as much as 90%(!).. Bold claims that I would dearly love to believe in, but there's that nagging doubt that it may be all a con.. He claims that in other countries in the world, the US included, the government will actually subsidise the installation of the kit.. Are there any readers that may be able to confirm, or not, that this technology actually does as it claims, and genuinely works??

The claim is that the kit converts the car into a hybrid, of sorts, by using water as a catalyst, once it is broken down to HHO gas.. The guy pushing it certainly seems both genuine and keen and claims that he builds all the devices himself at home and can put us on to others that already have it installed and are reaping the benefits.. I'm enthused, just feel I need to do some more research online first, something we can't do easily yet, as still no internet connection here yet.. Although our phone line did activate yesterday, so internet shouldn't be too far away (we may nip into the library later today to check our emails and stuff, and maybe i'll post this off too)..

So yeah, we have a house and garden.. big mango tree and a tamarind tree too.. and Kveta's already planted out some aloe vera, and put down a few small cucumber seeds too.. We've also started burying our compost again, which is, we believe the quickest way to get it to break down back into yummy worm food soil. I think we may head back out to fruitopia for a visit soon, and pick some of their abundant cherry tomatoes to get the seed in the ground here.. Maybe dig up the odd pawpaw seedling if there're any the right size..

We're still very much in a state of unpackedness, and still organising here to get things the way we want it.. Kveta's been working hard on the kitchen floor which was left in a pretty filthy sticky state despite cleaners having supposedly been through the day before we moved in..

Powerpoints are few and far between which will mean trailing wires around the place, especially for the internet the phone line is in an odd inconvenient place, but I guess it's an old house, built back in the days when electrickery wasn't so popular as it is today..

Rang mum/dad and Helena last night to let them know our new telephone number..

Anyhow, happy we are..

peace,
mango

A home at last..

Lots happened this week.. About 2 hours ago, we got a telephone call from the girlfriend of the guy, Peter, up at Ravenshoe, who had previously invited us to house care for him.. He was the guy with the 6 working dogs I've mentioned already, and his is the place that up until recently, we had been hoping to move in to, but had been unable to connect with (we guessed he was working somewhere off the beaten track and his mobile was out of range)..

Anyhow, she informed us that Peter had had a change of plan, and that instead of us housecaring while he was away, he had decided to put his place on the market, and sell up.. So basically, no Ravenshoe for us..

But were we upset? Not in the slightest..!

In fact, we started the week desperately trying to contact him to tell him that we were willing, keen and ready to move in at any time, and left him a text message, and voice mail to indicate such, followed by countless hangup calls all reaching his mail message box..

Yes, the week certainly never seemed bright when it started.. Wednesday we rang the queensland housing office in cairns, and asked them how our application for government housing was progressing, and were told that they were still waiting on some papers from us.. but hang on a sec, let me backtrack some, because the story will be difficult to follow if i tell it from there..

what happened was, that when we got here, back in december, we first chose the path of believing our home would be relatively easy to find, so we started picking up the twice weekly free advertising newspapers in search of rentals, we also visited many estate agents in all the towns we've passed through on the tablelands, and eventually even got around to writing up some small fliers with our telephone number on (the one here at fruitopia), explaining we were a peaceful couple, available to house or land sit anywhere on the tablelands..

Well.. the local advertisements rarely had anything in them that we considered affordable, so mostly they gave us few leads.. - Because we are living on a shoetring budget at the moment, we were only considering rentals around $150 or less, but the cheapest are mostly $200 to $250, so much as there may have been something otherwise suitable for us,the price made us not even consider it..

The real estates have been pretty much the same deal, we've been to lots of them, and the cheapest rental we found was $160 out near some place called Tarzali.. I mentioned it in an earlier post I think.. nice view, but a few things about it made it nonsuitable, including that the house looked like it would be like a sauna inside on hot days..

So, sometime in January, toward the beginning, I think, we decided to see if the government could assist us in some way in finding accommodation.. (we were living in government housing in Sydney prior to escaping there).. Mostly it was kvetas initiative I think, in pushing us to get that process started..

We filled out a short form that we picked up from the Mareeba Court House, and they duly faxed/sent it down to the Cairns Housing department.. Some days later, the Cairns office sent us a whole load more of forms to fill out, including getting some kind of support group to verify our status, doctor certificate/form stating the nature of kvetas disability, and more.. We even had to get Ian to write some kind of letter stating that we lived where we currently are, and explaining why we will have to vacate our spot before month end..

Anyhow, rushed around like blue-arsed flies we did, getting help from some centre in mareeba called "MISC" (Mareeba Information Support Centre), some kind of small house/office that help out people in similar situations to our own.. and waiting forever to see a doctor..

We eventually had it all filled and ready to be sent back, and took it all in to the Mareeba Court House, and dutifully handed it all over to some official there, who then both faxed and sent everything down to the Cairns office.. (that was on either the 18th or 19th of January).

Now, (I'll soon be up to date, I think!) .. About 10 days ago, we rang housing and asked them the status of our application.. Their answer was that because of our situation, we have been given top priority, and there was nothing more that we could do, but sit back and wait for something to become available..

That was a relief!! So we decided, following advice of the MISC place, that the best plan is to ring up the Cairns office each week, and keep bugging them, apparently it'ld help get us pushed through quicker..

So, this wednesday just gone, 4 days ago, we once more rang the Cairns office and asked them what our status was.. This time, we were told that they were still waiting on papers from us..

What? I questioned.. What/which papers? They explained the doctors certificate, witness reports, forms we should have filled in and sent back already before the 3rd of February..

I explained as patiently as I could that that stuff had already all been taken care of 3 weeks previously, that the courthouse had received everything from us, and sent it on to them already, and that the week previously I had already contacted their office, and had been informed that there was actually nothing more that we needed to do, and we should just sit and wait patiently..

After much toing and froing on the telephone, we were finally firmly told that no papers had been received from us yet, and there was nothing further they could do until such point that the papers were received by them..

Neither of us are fans of bureaucracy, far from it.. In fact, I think both of us have an aversion toward forms and stuff, and to hear this was quite disheartening, especially as we had not taken any photocopies of anything.. So we returned to the courthouse to see if possibly our forms were still there, waiting to be sent.. The court house official (same guy who had dealt with us previously), checked his log book, and confirmed that the papers had been forwarded on the 19th of January. He promptly rang the Cairns housing office, and explained this to them.. They denied ever receiving anything..

So basically, we were given little choice other than to get the stuff filled out and sent off again. This time, though, I think we were given slightly less forms to fill out.. just the basics i think, but fortunately we were able to book in to see the doctor already the following morning, and we were also able to get pretty much everything done and dusted by 9:30 thursday morning.. phew.. record timing.. We then returned to the courthouse with those precious papers, and this time asked them for copies as they had been lost previously.. they did that, and faxed the docs immediately down to cairns (actually, they both fax the docs and send them by post!).. Time of faxing (which they stamped on the photocopies they gave us), 09:52.

That done, we thought that we had done enough for the day, but i suddenly got this recollection of how we were told once that there was some kind of office in mareeba that we could go and register with and they could also help us find lodgings, so not really knowing quite where or what that office was, I honed in on some local council offices..

There in, Kveta and I approached the desk, and asked if they offered any assistance for homeless people, explaining that that might soon be our case if we continued being unsuccessful in finding a suitable place to live.. Explaining also about kvetas spinal cord injury..

We were told there was no emergency accommodation place that they knew of, but were given a lead to go see some guy who ran a sort of employment agency for people with disabilities, saying they believed he may have some ideas to help.. Once there, we nearly decided to give the place a miss, thinking that it was doubtful they would be able to help in anyway, but I told Kveta that I would just nip in quickly and ask some simple questions..

I was greeted by a guy named Barry, who as I'd imagined, appeared to have little idea, but he told me to hang on a sec, and disappeared into his office to make a call..

minutes later, he came out smiling and told me that we should go to some other office in town, and that there would be a woman waiting there to see us in half an hour.. My hopes weren't exactly overly enthusiastic about the idea, but I returned to Kveta, and told her what the plan was, and she agreed to go with the flow and see where it lead us..

So, the next stop was only around the corner, and I soon got the realisation that this office was in fact the one we had heard of previously that could assist us in finding housing.. It was a barely noticeably office, that apparently keeps irregular hours and rarely open to just wander in, but this lady named Patricia was waiting there for us, and patiently listened as we explained our situation to her..

Miraculously, she smiled and told us she had a place for us.. No fuss, no messing around.. She first described a unit somewhere, which I don't think either of us were that keen on, but when we explained that we needed a bathtub too, she immediately told us of another place that would be available to move in to from next week..

I could feel the stress relief valves open up for both of us as she told us this.. She said first she would have to check our status with housing, and she rang them immediatly, and was told that they were still waiting on our papers.. We explained they had been faxed an hour previously, but it appears they had once more gone missing, and the department denied ever receiving them.. Fortunately, this time we had the copies with us, so Patricia took them from us, and told the housing dept she had a copy of everything in her "hot little hands" as she worded it, and told them she would be faxing it down to them again straight away.. Which she promptly did, and after speaking with one guy handling our case down there, agreed that she would go ahead and process us for the house she had available..

She gave us the keys and told us to go have a look at the place.

It's sort of in a quiet suburb area in Mareeba. a 2 bedroom house with a front and back yard, and a large mango tree in the back yard..

Now we both know that this is not exactly the place that will ultimately be manifested for us, but as a stepping stone toward it we are quite content to be given the chance to stay there.. So we agreed to move in.. We need our own space and privacy, and, much as I might like Ian, his sometimes habit of bringing home road kills, wallabies and kangaroos and stuff, and letting them rot around the place has made the air at times unbreathable for us..

But I'm side tracking again.. OK.. We returned to Patricia, and asked if she had any idea how we could get the house furnished cheaply.. She was extremely kind and helpful , and wrote a letter for us, that we were told to deliver to some organization called "Lifeline", basically, through public donations of unwanted household stuff, they help out people in similar situations to ours, and they have agreed to fit out our house with the basic basics free of charge.. Bed, table, chairs, fridge, etc..

Unbelievable really.. Thursday turned out to be the day of big smiles as everything started to fall into place for us..

Also, I have to say that the house is not exactly everything we've been dreaming of, and that what we do know, is that in every case, it is purely temporary for us.. Patricia says we would likely be moved on within 6 months or less, as housing in cairns would still be searching for a new home for us, and one other organisation based in Atherton, who Patricia is also registering us with, will also be looking out for suitable accommodation for us elsewhere..

Because of our low budget lifestyle, and the fact that this organisation is somehow government sponsored, the rent is relative to what we can afford, and after an assessment of our bare incomes, we are quite relieved with it's affordability...

We've no idea where our true home is, yet, but the Divine continues to provide as always, and destiny awaits us..

We move in to our new home on Thursday (18th).. We'll probably get a telephone installed shortly after, and figure out some way to reconnect ourselves to the wide eyed web..

peace,
mango.

Well, Fruiopia certainly gets its fair share of visitors. Currently, in addition to ourselves, (Kveta & I), and Ian & his dog shelly, there's also MIchelle still staying here (she's canadian, been here more or less since the raw 801010 retreat that finished just prior to our arival in December), there's also a guy named Paul who's staying here, and yesterday, Darrick, who I interviewed on my blog not so distantly, arrived..

Paul is this 60 year old well traveled dude, former follower of Osho, and mostly living around the Byron area, originally from Ireland..

Actually, turns out he knows a couple of friends of mine from a while back.. Ben, the french instincto, who I've crossed paths with a couple of times, and Asakti, also a former Osho follower.. I'm informed both Ben and Askati who once adamantly stuck to raw, are not eating some cooked stuff too.. (Spoke briefly on the phone with Ben in November I think it was.. maybe October, or September or earlier too though.. no longer sure.. he was back in France, visiting his mother and friends.. mostly he's been living in recent years on Koh Tao in Thailand.. Where he and his partner have built a house that I believe is now up for sale.. Not sure where he is now, and what his plans are)..

Ben and I met here in Australia.. in fact, not too far from where I now sit.. at my old loved haunt, Mary Farms, where I hung out for in all around 1.5 years, some 12 years or so ago.. At the time there was this big rainbow gathering there, with several hundred people. One morning, Ben had decided to give an impromptu talk on instinctive eating, and I was among his small audience.. After he'd finished, I introduced myself, and he replied something like" Ahh, Mango, I know of a Mango also living in the Pyranees".. and I said to him, "yes, that would be me", and Ben patiently tried to explain that the other mango lived in the pyranees in France, and I insisted that that guy he was refering to, was in fact myself.. As it was.. (I had recently left France to visit Australia, and had arrived on a rarely given 4 year visa, so the mango in the pyranees he knew of, was in fact yours truly).

Anyhow, back to Fruitopia, and who's currently here.. Yes, Paul.. he's been here for a little under a week now I believe, and I gather plans to stick around for a couple of months or so.. He's a friend of Clintons, and already visited the place on numerous occasions, i gather doing a far bit of work here too. He's into raw foods I think. Including eggs at times too, I believe. I still haven't had that much of a chat with him, but seems like a good guy to be around.

Darrick, who's been globetrotting for the past 3 years or so, has also just travelled up from Byron Bay.. He was here in December for the 80/10/10 gathering, but left just before we arrived here, so this is the first time we've met outside of the internet.. He brought with him 2 once frozen, mostly thawed, durian he'd bought in Cairns at an asian store, and generously shared them with Kveta and I.. very nice.. far superior to the frozen durian you get in some woolworth stores here (they seem to defrost and refreeze them or something, and always taste like they are passed their prime.. not enough turnover i guess, unlike sydney that would take them from the freezer in the morning and be pretty sure they would all be gone by late afternoon..)

One of his reasons for getting here is to sample the akee, but the rain still seems to have stopped play.. Yesterday morning I checked the trees, but only found one that was open and ready, and when I got back, we discovered it was mostly rotten already.. there're a lot of green ones the rain and wind has knocked off the trees already, and although still a fair few fruit on the trees, many are stung and blackened, and very few appear to be ripening.. Still.. today the sun is shining, and sky's relatively clear, so maybe that'll give them a kick start again..

Darrick tells us that a guy named Robert Lockhardt will be visiting us on Thursday here.. I'm told he's a 65 year old fruitarian who can do walking hand stands.. Apparently he has some land just south of Port Douglas, and grows his own jackfruits and stuff.. Darrick tells me he's up for being interviewed on my blog when he gets here, so maybe another interview on it's way.. Also, Sandrine, one of the last people I interviewed has given me the email of another practising fruitarian in Europe that I can interview.. due to our dodgy internet connect, I've not followed up on that one yet..

3rd February. 2010

Yesterday we finally caught up with that guy, Dave, in Malanda, who had negotiated with us previously concerning the possibility of house sitting his place there.. We had been forever holding out that it may work out, but when we arrived unnanounced on his doorstep (we had no way of getting in touch with him as he never got back to us with his new number after his old phone had been lost), he just told us he had changed his plans..

Quite rude, we thought.. no apologies for not ringing us and letting us know (his last message to us had been that we would meet up that same day or shortly after, and discuss the possibility further, and then suddenly no further communication).. So all we could do was turn the car around, and leave.. (The Malanda house is about 1 hours drive from our Mareeba home)

So we are still very much in the same situation as previously..

However, we did check out a couple of real estates after visiting Dave, and one place had a property we drove out to have a look at.. Just outside of Milla Milla (which in some aboriginal tongue, I'm told, means rain rain, due to the heavy rainfalls it gets).. anyhow, we both loved the place.. nice big house, very private, nice land with a beautiful view in all directions and great soil.. several well established fruit trees on it already, 2 loaded avocado trees and several citrus things.. one passion fruit vine looking a little neglected but baring fruit still.. Definite privacy for naturism.. big sun room. Apparantly Quiet area with no visible neighbours..

The property is available for around $200 a week, which is sort of a little over what we are looking for, but rentals for under $200 a week are saddly few and far between.

Anyhow.. down to the real drawbacks.. No furniture.. well that's basically a minor issue, as it'd be easy to get hold of a matress which is all we'd need to get started, and other bits and pieces could slowly be gotten hold of.. However, the real issue would be that the lease is only really short term.. The owners are away, travelling, apparantly around australia, and are scheduled back in less than a year and a half from now.. but that's just a vague plan that could and likely will change, so they could theoretically return in 2 weeks, and suddenly we would be in exactly the same position, but only be under even more pressure to find a place quicker.. also there is a lot of grass needs mowing regularly, and although a sit on lawn mower is provided, if there are any problems with it, it would be up to us to get it fixed, which would be a potential added expense we could basically do without..

for these basic reason, i think we have already decided to give the place a miss.. a long term lease would be a different issue, where we felt the land was truly ours for a while ,and could get more trees in the ground..

So another no-goer..

We drove home, and discovered a small country house that sells persimmons, so bought a couple of kilos..

Oh, almost forgot to mention that we had another swim at Malanda Falls before heading home, and a picnic of pawpaw and passionfruit.. great spot!

It's Helena's birthday today. Happy birthday Helena (she's my sister!)..

peace,
mango.

It' the 2nd last day of January 2010, and we're still stuck at Fruitopia uncertain of our short term destiny.. We're in the middle of monsoon, and naturally thankful that the roof over our heads has no leaks..

The hopes to move in to the place in malanda, didn't pan out.. we eventually were gotten in touch with again by the owner, (says he lost his mobile phone and fell in love with a south american girl or something), who once again built up our hopes for a meeting and interior guided tour, but once more failed to follow through, leaving us wondering what happened and no way to contact him..

He reckons he's always like this, and thus not exactly the most reliable of persons, which is fine for him, i guess, not the way i like to be, but maybe he's just more spontaneous or something.. anyhow.. Ultimately we are still very unsure whether or not he is serious about us moving in, and our spirits are apprehensive in trusting him fully.. there is still a chance though. that tiny glimmer of hope that forever prevails..

apparently we were on TV last night, on the news, some guy at the markets who sells pineapples reckons he recognised me.. it was in connection with some news about possible road blocks due to the wet season and cyclones between here and townsville, that may stop the flow of food produce between here and there.. and the filming was done at rusties market, in cairns.. - we actually noticed that we were being filmed, but just carried on doing what we were doing, choosing our fruit.. So we weren't no big stars, just extras, as it were..

actually, that reminds me, i need to get in touch with that extras agency i was with in sydney, and tell them i've changed address, and ask if there's any chance of getting any extra work up this end of australia..

.. i just took a break in writing this, and accomplished the above paragraph.. one less thing to contend with..

yes.. the markets at mareeba were today.. (they're on the 2nd and 5th saturdays of the month) i'm gathering that there's a far greater turn out of stalls in the winter months, and when the rain is no longer ever present..

the markets are pretty good here, we're getting nice cucumbers, passionfruits sometimes, pineapples, avocadoes and more.. yesterday we were at rusty's market in cairns, and scored several locally grown durian.. 2 of them particularly good, 2 of them pretty lousy..the price varies depending on the vendour, i think there were 4 different sellers this week, with prices between $8 and $10 a kilo.. the best ones we got were $9 a kilo.. quite a bit dearer than the $5 a kilo we were paying in sydney, but worth it for them being local and fresh.. We're keeping all the seed, and many of them are sprouting already in trays.. hopefully we can get some in the ground wherever we end up, and that the climate will change enough for them to flourish on the tablelands..

we also got one mame (sapote), and a rather large yellow one (sapote - canistel) - both at $3 a kilo.. the canistel is often just too powerful for me, and i can only handle it in very small doses.. i think most of it will get wasted.. we'll have to remember in future to only buy the smaller ones.

NEXT DAY ALREADY.. (Sunday the 31st January, 2010)

Sorry, I've had a lot on my mind lately, and much as I have a head full of updates, they're rarely getting blogarised.. As well as the stress of us not having a "home", i have recently sort of reestablish communication with my brother who I've pretty much been out of touch with since the mid 1980s or less.. (time flies!).. i think time has lead us both down very different paths with differing viewpoints and outlooks on life, and it is not without a good deal of, to put it in the best way i can, "challenge", that we have exchanged our first words..

At this point I'm not 100% sure where things are headed, but I choose to believe that I've done the right thing by getting in touch again, and that what we have to say to each other, is what we both need to hear, even though we might not find our words if there might be a certain degree of challenge in our words..

my brother has chosen a very academic path, and i like to think of him as a renowned mathematics professor at the forefront of his fields.. he certainly has always been someone that in many ways i've looked up to and admired.. he used to know all the answers on those trivia quiz shows, even the most bizarre geeky ones on university challenge and mastermind.. maybe i'm exaggerating some, but he certainly is a genius on many levels..

he's done the house and car and wife and kids and dogs and cats thing, with a prestigious job teaching in some college in wisconsin, US, somewhere.. A path I for many years believed would also ultimately be mine, but destiny is a strange and fickle beast and that just wasn't meant to be..

as far as diet and ethics go, which as you know is a major part of my life, there is little we have in common, i gather he gives only token regard to the role food plays in society, and although he may be aware of certain more obvious issues, like many of the rest of society are, like the bulk, i believe he remains ignorant of the full extent that diet can and does effect us..

hey, i'm not by any means saying i have full awareness either, and maybe even the awareness I do have is even flawed, of course, it could be, just i adamantly don't believe it is. :)

Anyhow, that's something on going, and after feeling initially quite perturbed by our first emails, i've moved on and decided to be more lighthearted about it, and just see where it leads, and try not to hold too many expectations..

..

Kveta is often reading the gypsey tarot for us, as we are impatient to be at home, and the cards always show that it is on it's way.. her mum checks regularly for us too, and the cards are always bright and shiny with a most positive outlook.. and at rusty's on friday, there was one woman had a stall reading tarot, and as i walked past, she said pick one, any card, so i honed in on the one i wanted, and it flipped over to be quickly interpreted by her as beautiful house and home surrounded by light.. so it certainly feels like things are looming ahead for us, even though still invisible.. patience mango.. patience..

anyhow.. no ideas if i'll get to post this today, as i'm doing all my writing, replying, emails etc offline on our trusty laptop, and then copy things to a usb stick and sometimes connect to the internet via an ultraslow dialup internet connection that is constantly flaking out and taking forever to load pages.. quite frustrating, so try not to contend with it too often.. the best thing to use is portable thunderbird for the emails, as i can receive them all at once onto my usb stick, then work with them from our computer later, offline..

anyhow.. ciao for now,
mango.

Well.. Perhaps I shouldn't really say that.. We have a roof over our heads and are dry, safe, warm and well fed.. If but still somewhat impatient to be "at home"..

We've been making efforts to find somewhere we can feel comfortable to be settled for a longer period of time, and scouring the lengths and breadths of the tablelands in doing so.. Which has unfortunately meant burning a lot of fossil fuels in the process.. We dream on of water powered motor vehicles - especially now, here, when there is such an abundance of that kind of wet fuel (we're going through queensland rainy season at the moment.. i think 60 mms of rain yesterday!).

The tablelands are breathtakingly beautiful in places, and I'm sorry I'm not posting more pictures.. Not sure if I mentioned but the panasonic lumix camera I bought in June last year, the supposedly "tough" unbreakable one, broke on me.. the little lense cover cracked, not even sure when or how it happened.. but the knock also seems to have damaged the usb connection too, so can't even get the pictures that are on there off.. Well, I could if I make the effort, as the memory card is still fine, I'm guessing, so I do have a little card reader thing somewhere, just buried in all the stuff we haven't yet unpacked (and don't really intend to until we find our home)..

anyhow.. back to the home search thing.. We've had an offer to housecare for a guy named Peter in Ravenshoe (pronounced Raven's Hoe, not Raven Shoe!).. We went out to look at the place.. It's far from ideal, and although the owner would not be there most of the time, he would sometimes, and at times, he would require us to look after and feed his dogs too.. He has a fair bit of land surrounding the house, but so far only a few small scrawny looking trees in the ground at the moment.. He would be open for us to do what we want with the garden/land, and has even told us he'd buy whatever fruit trees we want to plant out.. There're definitely plus points about being there, but we know that they have to be weighed against other issues.. Like, the times when he will also be living there.. Much as he seems like a pretty reasonable guy, his lifestyle is pretty conventional, and I can see him just wanting to sizzle his sausages, take a beer or 2 from the fridge, and plonking himself in front of his big widescreen TV.. Which is ok, I guess, only the house rooms are not that separated that we could circumnavigate his presence..

I don't mean to give the guy a bad name.. far from it.. i liked him, friendly, welcoming, accepting and i think we'd get on ok, just kveta and i are private people and enjoy and require our own space too much.. neither of us would be happy smelling burning flesh at times either, and the dogs (he has 6 of them), would most certainly be an issue at times too.

Anyhow, we've got until one day next week sometime to get back to him and give him a yay or a neigh.. So that's been at the back of our minds.. (If we were to say yes, we would have to explain to him that the position would be fully temporary, as quite honestly we would ultimatelly still be looking for our own private secluded place.. - actually, that may possibly make him himself decide that we were not suitable..).

OK.. meanwhile though, we've had another offer of house caring.. this time in a small village and area we prefer.. a place called Malanda.. A somewhat similar deal, but in a different location, and chickens instead of dogs.. doh!

Actually, we met the owner on Friday at Rusty's market in Cairns. He's a taxi driver in Cairns, most of the time, and originally from Mount Isa, where it's likely he made his fortune in the mining industry.. (mount Isa being a desert, mining, town)

He gave us the address of his place, and on saturday, yesterday, we drove out to take a look at it..

Nice views.. nice area.. Big house, and this house looks more sort of divided than the one in ravenshoe, so the privacy thing wouldn't be the same issue at all..

there's a car port for the car, and nice swimming holes short distances away.. land surrounding the house that could easily be fruit treed. A few visible neighbours around, but in the distance..

He wasn't there to give us a tour of the inside, but the fact that he's just let us stroll around and look at the place shows that he trusts us some, and tomorrow, monday, we'll be driving out to meet him again, and take the interior tour, and hopefully get his ultimate "yay" or "neigh"..

We are actually both a little excited about the prospect of moving in there and housecaring, as we both like that area, even though we've been told that malanda isn't the most hottest of areas around this way (mornings in the winter are said to be a bit chilly, but the rest of the day is warm, and a fair amount of rainfall there too, which'd be good for the fruit trees I guess)..

OK.. what about the downsides.. well.. there's the sharing thing.. ultimately we are looking for our own space to live as we wish, for me especially, I want the privacy to practise naturism as and when the weather permits, and then there's the issue of no dam or creek on the land, something that's in both our visions of the ideal home.. Of course, the chickens thing isn't ideal either, but at least they are more independent, free ranging and don't need regularly letting out of cages and feeding (which would be the case for the 6 dogs in ravenshoe - not to mention the hosing down of their cages etc, and the stuff they'd be fed, which we'd both be very reluctant to handle!)..

The Malanda home has a great rear view of the valley, but no established fruit trees that I noticed, and it's onlooked by distant surrounding properties..

I think that it's likely, given our current situation, that if the offer is not withdrawn after our monday inspection, that we will probably move in there, and at least have somewhere we feel more sure of calling home for a while.. Maybe just relax some, finally unpack our stuff, and then use that place as a safe base while we ultimately wait for our true home and piece of paradise, which afterall, may not be with us any day soon (although, it may, too!)..

Actually, as coincidences go.. Kveta first came to Australia on the 26th of January 1986, so the 26th would indeed be a nice freaky date to be moving in to that new home.. touch wood..

I guess life is treating us well no matter how we might otherwise complain or express impatience, things are flowing, and even if we don't end up moving in there, i have no doubt that we'll make it work somehow, and that the Divine truly does provide.

peace,
mango
ps i wrote this yesterday, but am only just connecting to the internet.. meanwhile we went to see the malanda property, but it was a "no show", the owner never turned up, and after 2 hours, we turned around and came home..

Peace,
mango.