Getting used to the idea of teaching was complicated by poor communication (a radio telephone for the entire community and a mail plane twice a week), cultural extremes, initially no classroom (well there were four walls and had to wait some weeks before a roof came along let alone any equipment), substandard living conditions (a caravan of sorts), endless dirt roads (the Stuart Highway was not sealed).

I still get excited when I hear a small plane thinking that it is the mail plane and their might be something there for me. This period of my life continues to significantly influence my existence, professionally and personally.

I think I can empathise with your story.

I hitched hiked around Australia at the age of 17 and met some wierd and wacky folk. I ended up living in Western Australia for 17 years and lived in a commune for two of those years.

What a wild life we have had.