As quickly as we passed through places, and we camp in Darwin for 10 days, events now pass us like Murphy’s V8 in top gear. The only option is to ride each one for as long as you can keep hold. A daily tab of this blur seems fruitless. Perhaps point-form is best to deliver these, no doubt, witty and insightful analogies.
- Darwin is usually chock-full of travellers year-round – be they international or grey-nomadics. This week the city is to capacity with workers and fans of the V8s. Families from QLD, Victoria and most of the Territory hit town.
MINDIL MARKETS EVERY THURSDAY
- All pubs and bars are packed day and night. Most have live bands. If any of these bands need equipment they have to make the 20min journey to Casuarina Square – pretty much anything you need is available in Casuarina. Sporadic visits to these pubs after work make Darwin’s party vibe seem endless.
- All footpaths lead straight through the next pub’s beergarden. You may be trying to walk home only to end up the middle of another Brazilian Mardi Gras – 21st bash – Grand Final – NYE commotion. ‘Oh well, might as well have another one while we’re here’ is yelled frequently.
- Early nights are impossible. The excitement around the place combined with unexpected learning curves does not induce sleep.
- Most people look like they go to the gym, but I can’t spot one – though I haven’t checked up stairs at the pubs. An easier thing to spot is the locals – like side characters in Easy Rider amongst a party-drunken Venice Beach.
- British fellows are only allowed to challenge a bouncer for not letting them in until they’ve downed at least 60 pints and been ejected from a previous establishment.
- I officially love NT – no dress regulations and 130 kmh speed limit.
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