THE BEST SIDE OF ABORIGINAL AUSTRALIA

We get there at Matamata and cook the crab in excess of a hearth and brew tea. Sunset pinks the sky; we slap on the sand flies. Ganyin picks splinters and bits of seashell from the bottom of his feet With all the tip of a scissor.I chartered a Cessna from among the nearest towns, and the pilot flew low around the bush, the trees slim and straight a