On our way up… up and away,
This morning after getting up a little earlier, we pressed on to have breakfast. Tea first thing then my favourite Piccolo coffee… and Peter is the best coffee maker I have ever come across. ( of course I had to say that did not I ?) What a delightful brew he makes. Everything studied to a T. The right amount of coffee, the right grind in the grinder, the right amount of milk, the right heat under the little Italian Expresso machine and with all this attention he obtains a super coffee. I must this is my favourite time in the morning. I feel privilege to savour such a lovely made coffee.
The suitcases were ready from last night, the chickens were out early today, the dog was lucky to have a fresh bone before we went and Fripouille the cat also managed to get a big hug and a big feed.
Kylie and Angus arrived on time to pick us. Ready to go… with lots of eagerness we jumped in the car and off to the Station to drove. Arriving there we found out that the train was to be delayed at least an hour due to some road work on the tracks. We started to panic a little, but we had given ourself a good margin. In spite of the longer trip we had plenty of time to spare.
The plane was perfectly on time for a change. Left at 14h on the dot. We should be in Bangkok in good time.
High in the air the topography of this continent is just amazing. Arid, bleached, parched, sparse forests, but more dry that is what it looks like from above. Skies are clear and a deep blue fading to whitish in the far distance. A sort of haze envelops the horizon and everything fades away in a blue hue. The difference is hard to tell between the sky and the earth just at the zenith. It blends and melts. The grounds underneath my feet is just mosaic of rivers, estuaries, low mountains and as we just cross the gulf of Carpentaria, the water shines an uneven blue-green. Tiny boats can be seen down below. But the parched earth underneath makes you really see that Australia is a land of deserts and dry earth. Scare homes even in these remotes parts can be seen peppering the landscape. Just a few nautical miles after the shores of the Gulf, islands upon islands are scattered all around the path of the plane. They can be seen in their entirety or little bits of some and then the plane arrives again onto dry mountainous landscape. Miles upon miles the earth shows us her beauty and her uniqueness. Rugged, dry, rivers winding along it like giant snaked slithering along difficult terrain. Patches of green forests, dry lakes or salt lakes which appeared totally bleached from 10km above its surface.
It is scary and at the same time quite exhilarating to be able to witness such spectacle. But also what a privilege to see the planet from that far above. Of course, I have seen it countless times but it is always awesome to be reminded of your place in the universe.
It is not the first that we cross these magic landscapes, but every time it is an absolute delight to share such a wonderful and unique beauty.
With every mountains, rivers, oceans, cities or villages glittering in the day or night and you are leaving behind you know that you are a little closer to your destination. It is amazing how the world looks so small from the plane high above the in the sky. It is amazing how such an engine loaded with hundred of passengers, cargos and God knows what else can take us so far above the surface of the planet. it never stops to surprise me or enchant me and like a little girl I am ecstatic and truly in awe at modern man capacities, ingenuity, and amazing engineering to be able to make me witness such a kaleidoscopic sceneries.
So here we are in this Boeing 777 transporting us from Brisbane to Bangkok in 8h. All the magic of lying is laid bare at our feet. Just 10 km down. Just incredible! Even though we have made this trip countless time, from the seat on this plane there is always the feeling that the earth is for everyone. There is not a single nation that owns this. Yet, we carve the planet into tiny little pieces representing this country or that. From above for me these distinctions do not exist at all. I do not see pieces of delineated compartments belonging to this group of people or another. I do not see a carved up territory, i do not see races, I do not see colours, I do not see religions, I do not see any of that. I just see just a vast expansion of land, of earth, with its own typical mountain or rivers, with its own typical forests or plains, with its own sea or ocean and the billions of microbes, insects, birds, animals of every shape and sizes in fact the whole spectrum of life on earth all roaming upon it and above all that every human being is sharing.
The problem with human is that we want to possess, to acquire, to say that it is MINE. Just that little bit of paradise is mine. Is it? We fight for it, we kill for it, we conquer, mutilate, assassinate, ,torture, rape and pillage. Or the fun part, we pretend that we are descendent of some Gods and assume the role of King, Prince and all the tittles that go with the charade. We take it so seriously that we prolong this myth for centuries.
I am always amazed that folks actually venerate the queen of one country or another. Watching the news at times makes me cringe. What draw these people to this figure head? Why are they so attracted to some royals? I do think that there is some sort of mystic feeling or envy of the good old days. Days of our childhood where we have been told or read myths and legends, fairy tales and stories and we fantasise about our prince charming coming to take us away into a magic castle and we live happily ever after.
These fantasies are kept live through the press and media in general and revive in us a sort of flame of better times: Ha! the good old days! But in these good old days you could have been a destitute peasant begging his lord for mercy or some slave totally enchained to his master. But obviously, we do not want these sorts of image at all do we? We prefer to continue the myth that all is rosy and that we are neither beggars nor slaves but some knight in shiny armour or some princess being rescued from poverty and marrying a rich prince. Oh boy! Is that why we venerate some how the Kings and Queens of this world and entertain in our petty mind all sorts of totally erroneous images and connections? In other words a total illusion.
Forgetting in the identification of the moment that these royals are leeches on the public purse, parasites, pay no taxes, live in great pump, flicker their hands to wave to the proletariat as if some Gods, oh and please do not touch them…no, they are not humans and to touch them would be blasphemy I suppose.
One day one our prime Minister committed this horror, Prime Minister Keating had the audacity to touch the queen of England in one of her tours. The newspapers were full of it. Outrage burst out and it was a scandal for days on end. Yes, they are some Gods and to even think of touching them would be committing a crime. In the olden days one might be hung I suppose or decapitated. But that is not that bad today. Only the newspaper get outraged on behalf of the ruling class.
And my next question is: who had the audacity and authority suddenly to elevate themselves to some status.? Were not they some highway robbers amassing wealth, conquering, submitting people to their rule? They invented a word or 2 or 3…King, Queen and all the affiliated pompous followers were given some tittle.
What brought me to talk about all that? What distraction? Oh, yes flying over the earth brought about all sorts of connotations in my head. The vastness and the immensity of the earth made me realise how small we are as human in the scale of things. Very small indeed! We are a funny ( not many would laugh tho) race of creatures, I would keep the word funny but I find it not that inappropriate , better say weird, unique, bizarre, great and also so cruel. I guess the two sides of the coin are represented in what we are. The Ying and the Yang. It looks like on this earth everything seems to have an opposite to counterbalance it.
Night approaches as we near Bangkok. Distinct lines rise in the horizon. Pink..fading away fast as night settles in and the rain is lashing at the plane’s windows. The engine is roaring louder and louder,the altitude is almost nil, and what is comforting is that the usual ear pop just did not occur…modern planes are getting better. The wings flaps have started to fold from the main wings, the brakes are out with a great swooosh, just a few bumps and the mass of steel has touched the ground and it feels like the plane is purring down the runway to find its place in the allocated bay. The very last rays of light can be seen so faint and try to peep through, but the night has already engulfed us in a flash as we land into Bangkok sticky and humid air clings to your clothes. But the last sentence is only a reminiscence…been there so many times that I already imagine what it might be like at that time of the day when the door of the mighty Boing open and a blast of warm air invades your lungs.
But Bangkok is already far away as the Airbus transports us over half of the earth to England.
Till next time.