A different kind of travelogue. As an avid young traveller I often wondered what would it would be like when I got older, gathered commitments, created children and accrued debt. This is what it's like.
Last year we moved up here.
Up here into the tropics.
Up into the clouds.
My work carries me high into the sky before it brings me down, down hard to the red earth.
Down to the remote aboriginal communities of the Cape York Peninsula.
The higher you are the lower the pressure of the atmosphere above you.
Less partial pressure.
Less available oxygen.