After spending the better part of five days here, and not seeing what I came here to see I thought I’d be disappointed and feeling like I wasted my time, but the truth is that I don’t feel either of those things and in a way I’m sorry to be leaving.

So I didn’t get to see the Morning Glory, but thanks to Eilish (my new friend from Busselton who is travelling around Australia with her sister India) I do have this fantastic shot of a Morning Glory that happened the week before I arrived.

Even though the whole point of coming to Burketown now, which is supposed to be the best time of the year to catch a Morning Glory was to see it, the fact that it didn’t happen while I was here is OK, in a weird way it just goes to show that some of the big things in life are unpredictable, and if they’re meant to happen they will! And the lesson for me in that? Firstly, it taught me to slow down and chill, and in doing this I felt I had time to connect with the people and the place, life seems to move at a more human pace in these parts and it’s great to be absorbed into the local community, all 200 odd of them, mainly proud indigenous local who have called this home for generations and more recent comers from a different World who understand they need to respect the locals , and they do, and they all seem to get on famously.

Hanging around, waiting, hoping, and chilling. In the end it didn’t matter, it had taught me my first lesson and was the perfect introduction to the rest of my journey. To be grateful for what you are given and not regret what you don’t get!

Oh, and the second thing, it has given me a reason to come back!

Next stop Karumba!