The great quarter mile Darwin dance is a unique series of steps and movements. A rhythmic flow carried on a detritus laden floor, that the uninitiated must learn the hard way.
On one particular yet regular evening, the famous Darwin crash cart was rolled out for a young damsel exhibiting obvious Mambo overload. As she was nowhere near modestly tipped onto and into the stained battered steel shopping trolley, a wreck of sorts was inevitable.
The sickening clunk of skull on bitumen is never ever a thing of normality and it never ever should be. On the extended Mambo Mile, it is however a regular stomach retching reaction to the unique sounds of yet another nut hitting the street event. It can only be hoped that as her chariot of chunder tipped violently backward, her thick bunch of clipped up hair, saved her thin skull from splitting and spilling anything more than embarrassment.
A very young blonde foreign backpacker was about to learn a very hard and painful lesson. Territory Tough can be a dance of death.
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