In acknowledgement of our first program, the name, Teachabout, is based on the word 'tijimbat' which is used in Minyerri to mean 'teach your kids about everything'.

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Monday, July 8, 2013

Eamon: Robbie the talking turtle


A 30-cent cone was the order of the day on Saturday but the main fare was shopping and cleaning. With half the mob off in Katherine doing the fortnightly grocery shop, Daryl, Erin and I were left to toil with mop and brush and vacuum. After all the chores were done we could finally relax after a massive week of programming and I could eat a thoroughly melted ice-cream that had made the three-hour journey from Katherine (courtesy of Amy) with the stamina that I’ve come to expect from all McDonald’s products.

We were up with alacrity on Sunday morning to head out to Minamia – a river inlet with sandy, eucalyptus-lined banks and a vast area of red and brown rocks punctuated by cool waterholes, known around town as a prime spot for catching huge barramundi and bream. Luckily we’d brought a couple of lures as well as a crack team of local women – Hilda, Mary, Lorraine and Dort Dort – who immediately took charge of the business end of the trip.


Our job for the day was to keep the kids busy – a pretty tough job – by exploring the waterholes, sliding around on moss-covered rocks, jumping and flipping off high rocks into deep water and sunbathing (for those with less of a propensity to burn than I). While I read my book, some of the boys buried each other in sand up to their necks and the other kids helped to make damper.


The fishing moguls returned a little while later with an impressive brace of bream and catfish as well as a good-sized turtle. We learnt soon afterwards, through the morbid, although utterly hilarious, ventriloquism of Mary, that the turtle’s name was Robbie, that he had a girlfriend back in the river named Rita (not related to our birthday girl – HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RITA!) and that he was very sad that Hilda had killed him earlier that day. After such a long and exciting day, the ride home in the boys’ troopie was astoundingly quiet while the girls’ troopie was filled with Mary’s hysterics.


What a great day out bush and what an incredibly rejuvenating weekend. We’re halfway through the program now and it feels like we’ve only just arrived. Better get a move on with all these activities – there’s no time to lose!

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