Thoughts and ramblings of a Pommie Sheila living in the land downunder. Who likes shoes. A lot.

We’ve been on the road now for nearly 6 days.  We’ve been 42 hours in the car, travelled around 3,600km and spent over $600 in fuel.

Two glorious nights with friends, two nights in lovely motels we’d recommend to everyone, and one night in the bug infested Bates Motel.

We’ve another hour on the road today and two more Monday before we reach our final destination.

We’ve both gone a little stir crazy, our nutritional levels are in the toilet, sleep patterns completely out of whack and the car will never be clean again.

As Melbourne pops into view we near the end of our journey across Australia. It’s one of those trips of a lifetime and we reckon everyone should do it at least once in their life.

Standing in the middle of nowhere on a dusty road in sweltering heat listening to the sounds of silence is a humbling experience and one we’ll never forget.

Would we change it if we had the chance and fly across instead?

Heck no.

Hello Victoria, it’s so very good to be here.

We’ve been on the road now for nearly 6 days. We’ve been 42 hours in the car, travelled around 3,600km and spent over $600 in fuel.

Two glorious nights with friends, two nights in lovely motels we’d recommend to everyone, and one night in the bug infested Bates Motel.

We’ve another hour on the road today and two more Monday before we reach our final destination.

We’ve both gone a little stir crazy, our nutritional levels are in the toilet, sleep patterns completely out of whack and the car will never be clean again.

As Melbourne pops into view we near the end of our journey across Australia. It’s one of those trips of a lifetime and we reckon everyone should do it at least once in their life.

Standing in the middle of nowhere on a dusty road in sweltering heat listening to the sounds of silence is a humbling experience and one we’ll never forget.

Would we change it if we had the chance and fly across instead?

Heck no.

Hello Victoria, it’s so very good to be here.

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That’s a splendid way to stay well heeled, don’t you think?

Spotted on a wall in Hahndorf, Adelaide Hills, South Australia.

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Many people keep suggesting to me that there are certain shoes for certain occasions.  What rubbish.

One should wear whatever one wants on ones feet at all times, regardless of where one is and how appropriate ones shoes are.

Such as my Miu Miu Deco at the Old Telegraph Station at Eucla.  They have nice chunky heels so as to avoid sinking in the sand.  Perfect.

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As we pass the first and only parking spot for a very long time on the Ninety Mile Straight Mat says “that’s the last place you can park for 126kms”.  I reply “you could always park by the side of the road”.

Mat says “that wouldn’t be very safe”.  I say “why not?” 

Mat says “what if a truck came round a bend a lost control, they could plough right into you”.  So I say “it’s the Ninety Mile Straight.  There aren’t any bends”.


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The encyclopaedic definition of a tree reads Don’t be fucking stupid, you know what a tree is.  It’s a tree.  You know, tree, TREE! TREE!  Are you mental?  It’s a fucking tree.  Jesus…  At least, the Mary Whitehouse Experience Encyclopaedia definition does.

Still not sure what a tree is?  Don’t go to the Nullarbor, it won’t help.

The Nullarbor National Park was named as such based on nulla arbor – a pig-Latin term meaning no trees.  And there aren’t any.  Anywhere.  For mile after mile after mile.


So they got the name right then.

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Standing outside, playing with my new Finepix HS10 and a white rabbit hops past the garden fence along the creek. 

Should I follow it?

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And so, the end is near.  I’ve been at Bunbury Auto Group for more than 3 years.

In a little over half an hour I’ll be unemployed because it’s a tad too far to commute from our new home in Traralgon back to Bunbury every day.

I believe that will give me the grace to wear pyjamas all day, watch The View, trade in the MX5 for a busted old Holden Commodore and go shopping in bare feet with greasy hair.

Won’t it?

First of the lasts.
Tomorrow morning our Mazda starts its journey East making today the very last day she’ll be with me at work.

Just hope she gets there safely…

First of the lasts. Tomorrow morning our Mazda starts its journey East making today the very last day she’ll be with me at work.

Just hope she gets there safely…

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Cleaning out and sorting through boxes always takes me forever.  I keep stumbling across long forgotten memories which I’ve squirreled away, presumably only to provide myself with diversionary tactics when supposedly packing to move. 

This evening I found my ticket to Korperwelten in Berlin dated 2nd September 2001 whilst rifling through a box of old paperwork and it brought a flood of memories back.

I was fortunate enough invited by Body Worlds staff to view the exhibition in order to write a report which would become the basis for a presentation I gave at the Institute of Medical Illustrators annual conference later that year in Harrogate.

From the moment I walked through the doors of the old railway station in former East Berlin which housed the exhibition and spied the plastinates for the first time I was in awe of the exhibitions’ creator, Gunther Von Hagens.

Postbahnhof Berlin

Watching and photographing the crowds as they walked around the exhibits, staying at each for long periods of time as they came to understand each one, discussing as they went with friends and random strangers, I was thrilled to see that Von Hagens’ dream of giving us ownership of ourselves back was actually being realised. 

The once intimate relationship between anatomy and art lost its way somewhere along the line, no more is there a need for artists to dissect in order to understand their subjects through both advances in imaging technology and the centuries of research that have gone before.

Aside from medics and scientists, most of us lead our lives not really comprehending what happens inside (or even wishing to in many cases).  Life became too clinical.  It became clean. Without understanding ourselves, how are we to look after ourselves properly?

Von Hagens gives us that knowledge back.  He risked his own career to present us with ourselves.  The majority of visitors to the exhibition have not been shocked as many believe they will be.  They have walked away empowered.  They have taken their children, told their friends, and so many have donated themselves for plastination when their earthly time is up. 

And there have been over 28 million people around the world who have been now to come face to face, heart to heart and brain to brain with themselves.

Curiously, the exhibition has never visited Australia over its 15 year history.  I rather wish it would simply so I could visit once more.  However these days Von Hagens also operates his own plastination store so you can own your own human heart should you wish (it should be noted that all other human anatomy items are available only for medical shools and scientific purposes), a bulls reproductive system walking stick, fruit slice necklace or even a fluffy chicken.

Gunther Von Hagens and Angelina Whalley, courtesy of www.bodyworlds.com

I read an article today about Gunther who has recently announced that he is suffering from Parkinsons Disease.  He has requested that his wife, Dr. Angelina Whalley, plastinate his body after his death in order that he remain present to greet the visitors to his most incredible accomplishment.  His wife has agreed. 

I have considered Von Hagens a personal hero for the past decade.  His wish makes me admire him even more. As for Dr. Whalley, she will continue her beloved husbands work.  Body Worlds will remain with Gunther at the helm.  But just imagine that task for Angelina.  What a truly remarkable woman.

Thank you Von Hagens.  Thank you for the memories.  Thank you for your legacy.

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Our house appears to have been tipped upside down, shaken around like a snowglobe, then popped back on its foundations with all our belongings just landing on the floor in random places.  Mostly not in boxes yet.

Can’t wait until this move is over and I relocate the scissors.