What Does A Womans Vergina Look Like

The days go by. Flywheel. Six weeks go by in a hurry. E 'on August 22 and worked for 35 days, surrounded by' huge bush. I have often felt the need to move, to explore what is around me; pulse would have started walking, chasing the horizon, with the desire to discover what lies beyond that hill, at the end of that clear or what is behind that group of rocks. A trip impossible, crazy, that would end early for lack of food or water. Only fantasies of the mind, triggered by the isolation of the place.
Now I am going to return, as they say, the civilizations', in a particular way. From farm to Drysdale River (60km from the camp) I am embarking on a small plane landed a few minutes is delivering mail in remote corners of the Kimberley. The pilot-postman, Aron, is 22 but looks 18. He tells me that fly from 3 years are in his hands. The plane ' lowercase: bi-helix, 8 seats and many parcels to deliver. After leaving Drysdale River Plan on two other farms, and Theda Doongan, communities' and Kalumburu Aboriginal Oolbungurri, before reaching the town of Wyndham and Kununurra to reach the final destination. Four hours of ups and downs, air gaps, slopes of grass or clay, with one hand on the bag for air sickness and eyes glued to the window. Below us, endless stretches of barren land and rock, serpentine rivers and herds of cattle are the postmen of the air. At each landing a few words with the locals, drink a glass of water, top up fuel and then say goodbye until the next delivery; Aron, in quest'area di remota Australia, lo fa gia' da due anni.
Quando arrivo a Kununurra, con il viso candido come quello di un lenzuolo, ho l'impressione di venir travolto da una ondata di rumore. E' strano, forse improbabile, dato che mi trovo in un sonnolento paese di 6mila anime. Tuttavia il cambiamento, da nulla a molto, e' drastico. Da una tenda singola circondata da natura incontaminata, alla camerata di un ostello. Mi lascio andare a sensazioni nostalgiche, ricordando fresche albe e brucianti tramonti; stavo meglio ieri, penso, ma ho comunque voglia di viaggiare, di tornare al movimento. L'indomani sono gia' su un pullman con destinazione Broome; 13 ore e mi ritrovo dove avevo cominciato, giusto un mese e mezzo fa. Davanti a me spreads throughout the west coast and the beauty of at least 3 thousand miles before arriving in Perth.
Rene '