Monday, 1 July 2013

Jottings from the Tropics: 1 July, 2013

What happened to the first half of the year? It's not behind the sofa cushions and I haven't accidentally put it in the fridge, so it must have slipped down the back of the bookcase. That's the only explanation, because I refuse to believe that it's July.

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This is the time when the southerners migrate north in mixed flocks of caravans and Kombis to get a taste of the tropics. You can spot them in town. They're the ones wearing shorts, t-shirts and startled expressions as they discover that even though we're 850 kilometres north of the Tropic of Capricorn it can be quite cool half way up a mountain range. Those bush stone-curlews that don't move when they see you — they're not relying on camouflage. They're frozen to the spot.




3 comments:

biobabbler said...

=) what a little cutie.

The way I'd recognize tourists when I worked for the Nat'l Park Service in beachy town, San Diego, CA, was sun-burned calves. But, yes, also, they'd run SCURRYING to their cars around 5 p.m. when the damp, evening coastal breeze would kick in and in cotton shorts and Ts, they'd all freeze in 60F.

They're sort of cute, too. =)

Snail said...

Sun-tanned calves. Yes! Also most of the tourists here drive a bit slowly because they're not sure where they're going and/or are admiring the scenery, but they do --- generally --- obey the road rules. That's a sure (and welcome) sign of not being from Around Here.

laura.forestdreams:) said...

here in florida we have many 'snowbirds' that flock south for the warmer winters. not now though. now is summer...HOT...strangling humidity. ugh.
anyway, i don't live by the coast...where all the snowbirds tend to flock to. they can be recognized by their slow driving...or white socks & sandals.