I am writing this in Darwin, where it all began for me — my life in Australia, that is. Thirty years ago Darwin was as close to frontier living as I was game for. It had some considerable challenges for this thirty year old Ohio transplant. When I first came here, at the end of our honeymoon, everyone kept telling me how different Darwin was to the rest of Australia. Because I hadn’t seen the rest of Australia, I wasn’t at all sure to what they referred. But it was certainly unique to my living experience. And then of course there was a new marriage to get used to as well. We had spent a total of six weeks together before our wedding day. We knew a fair bit about each other by the time we got together, however, having grown up in the same small town, a story for another post!
Three weeks after arriving to Darwin as newlyweds, Don asked me if I would mind for him to go to the yearly ‘fishing competition’ for the weekend. As an uninitiated newbie to the larrikin character of the Northern Territory, I actually thought is was a competition for fishing. Silly me. I later learned the fishing was secondary to the drinking and crazy behaviour of the participants. Well okay, boys will be boys. I was a fairly independent person and thought I would be fine for the weekend. Silly me, again.
It was a Friday when Don left for the bush, directly from work. I had my own ‘nesting’ plans as I was still trying to convert a bachelor’s flat into something that more closely resembled a couple’s abode. We both ate beautiful fresh mango for breakfast, the way the Asians eat them, cutting the ‘cheeks’ off from the large seed, scoring it and turning it inside out to eat the sections off the skin, one by one. Nothing better than a fresh Bowen mango.
Don gone to work, I set off into town, about a fifteen minute walk each way, to get a few supplies for my weekend. As I walked the sun was already very strong and I was unused to the humidity, even in what was still the ‘dry season’. My lips felt uncomfortable and by the time I got home they were blistered, similar to a cold sore. But it was tolerable, and I really had no idea what to do, and no vehicle or driver’s licence yet to take myself anywhere to see about it. I could have taken a taxi if it was an emergency. I thought the sun had just been very strong and had burnt my lips. What else could it be?
Next morning I woke up, but realised I could barely see out of my eyes. Now I was worried. Very shortly after, a friend and colleague of Don’s who had told him she would call around to check in with me, came knocking at the door of our flat. Oh drat, I thought, a new friend to see me in this swollen, blotchy state! Ivy was a tiny Chinese woman, very wise in the ways of the tropics, and particularly about food. She took one look at me staring back at her through slits that used to be eyes, and burst out laughing! “Have you been eating mangos?” She asked. I answered in the affirmative and she laughed again and said “You have mango poisoning!” If she had not been laughing so much I would have probably been very concerned at anything with ‘poison’ in the description. I have since learned there are a lot of poisonous things in Australia!
She assured me it was likely to pass in a day or so, but she told me she’d telephone later to see how I was. By the time Don returned late Sunday afternoon, I looked completely normal again. It was good I had Ivy as witness because I think he almost doubted my story! It turns out that the mango is in the poison ivy family! Who knew? The milky sap in the skin of the fruit, leaves and branches is the most worrying element, but it turned out over the years I gradually became sensitive to the flesh of the fruit as well.
So welcome to Australia, not only do we have the world’s most poisonous snakes and spiders but the fruit has a bit of a bite as well!
Please let me know if you would like me to write more about my adventures of moving to and living in Australia.
Michelle said:
Yes, of course we want you to write more and more and more. Your writings are wonderful and refreshing!!! Please write more when you can….
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Ardysez said:
Thanks Michelle! Will get busy right now!
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Keith Shebesta said:
Ardys, I enjoy your stories for not only their content but the wit at which you tell them. Keep them coming.
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Ardysez said:
Thanks Keith, nice to know you enjoy the stories and that there is some humour coming through!
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Joanna said:
yes,more stories please, they make the world come alive ! mangoes … who would have thought it, are you still sensitive to them now?
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Ardysez said:
Yes, the sensitivity has gotten worse unfortunately until now I can’t eat them at all. 😦
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EllaDee said:
One of the things I love about blogging is reading about people’s lives and journeys… Our blogging acquaintance is only recent but a quick scan makes me wish I’d come across your blog sooner 🙂 I loved the story about the poison mango – I had no idea. Also my partner, the G.O. also spent some time in Darwin pre Cyclone Tracy. We visited several years ago, and he found it much changed, but still we enjoyed our time there and hope to go back and stay longer.
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Ardysez said:
Yes, Ella, one of the things I enjoy about blogs is getting insight to how people spend their days/lives. Thank you for your kind words. My husband came to Darwin the year cyclone Tracey wiped the place out, and he lost everything but his car, which friends put on the train and sent down south to him. He came back, as they needed teachers when kids started reappearing from everywhere. Will write more about it soon. It is vastly different now to then, as you have said.
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EllaDee said:
Vey different. When the G.O. worked in Darwin they were housed in a makeshift “camp” on Lameroo Beach. There’s a pic of him near the sign in this post http://elladeeplaces.wordpress.com/2012/09/18/natural-selection/
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The Rider said:
Please do!
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lorddavidprosser said:
I think your stories are beautifully told and would be a welcome diversion when you find time to share them. I love your natural humour and matter of factness about the poisons out to get you in Oz though I suspect you’;ve had long enough to adapt now.
xxx Hugs xxx
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