Sunday, May 19, 2013

My chilli addiction

Start with the recipe.

Raid freezer for chillies, and garden for lemon grass.


Ignore the reference to 20 chillies, I mean seriously??


Add rest of ingredients and pound and chop and mix. Develop coughing fit due to high level of volatiles being inhaled.

Place in jars.

Wash hands, thoroughly!!

Add to cooking because everything tastes better with a teaspoon or two of curry paste to spice it up. Do not offer to others as will probably kill them!

Today I made 2 jars so probably a month till it's time to make the next batch....

Friday, May 17, 2013

Following the dream, or how to avoid carking it within a year of retiring

I have a dream.

Stop working a regular job and go travelling.

Long term.

Probably with some extended periods back home as well, but not working a regular job.

My job doesn't cater well to working on a casual basis within a limited time span. Sick people like to have a regular doctor, someone they can rely on to be there for many years, that understands their problems, that remembers the highs and lows in their life. And yes, I like that continuity too, of seeing kids grow up and be your patient as an adult, and see them become parents too. Of looking after people in their final years, and sharing their children's grief at their passing.

It is possible to do casual doctoring, called locum work, but it's not professionally rewarding, except financially, and you have to do enough of it to cover your startup costs. Which are considerable.

Most professions, and doctors are no different, have to maintain a professional standard. This means belonging to a continuing education program and completing a prescribed number and type of training activities as set out by the program. All of this costs money. A lot of money.

Then there is membership of the registration board, which in 2011 went National, a good idea, but also tripled in price to belong to. And if you aren't registered, you can't work.

Finally, there is your indemnity insurance, which you must pay in order to work and to get registration. Depending on what procedures you do, and how much you work, this can cost anything from $3000 a year to many hundreds of thousands. If you deliver babies, insurance starts at around 80-100K per year!! Now you wonder why obstetricians charge so much??

Now whether I work for one week in a year or 52 weeks in a year, the minimum amount of money I need to pay annually to work as a non procedural GP is about $6000. Sure if I worked for 2 months per year I would well and truly make that money back, and make enough to travel for the other 10 months, but it's still tying me to a regular timetable of returning to Oz to work, finding the time to attend training seminars to keep my points up, and unrewarding work. Trust me, locum work isn't fun for the doctor either.

Alternatively, that $6000 could last me 5-6 months in SE Asia, or 2 months skiing in NZ, and not needing to also factor in a flight home to Australia to work, plus the costs of attending training conferences and the pressure of keeping up to date with latest medical research.

You see my point?

It makes total sense to give up the doctor job and follow the dream. And not go back again.

Which is why I have been agonising over my budget for the last six months, analysing what happened financially when I took six months off last year (and loved it!!), and crunching numbers to see how much passive income I can squeeze out of my investments.

Which is incredibly stressful!

I suspect retirement, as a lifechanging event, is up there with having your first child, and all the accompanying uncertainties that come with it. I'm incredibly lucky that I'm not impoverished and am trying to find the money to follow a dream, not just to keep a roof over my head. But that doesn't mean that the transition, or rather, the planning for transition, isn't without a lot of sleepless nights, multiple scenario calculations going on in my head, and the occasional panic attack.

And frequent flyer points on my bank's internet page micro-managing my finances!

I suddenly had the insight as to why so many people end up dying soon after reaching retirement. It isn't because they suddenly haven't anything to do. It's because they've spent the final couple of years preceding retirement worrying their little socks off wondering whether they have enough money to give up the day job. My arteries are hardening as I write this!

So as much as I know I've got to chill out, not micro-manage everything into insanity, and restrict my internet visits to my bank account, it's a hard ask. Thank goodness it's only 6 weeks till my ski trip to New Zealand where I can try and live day by day for a while.

And since I've reached my savings goal 2 months ahead of target, I have no excuses but to smile, be happy and rejoice in another drop in the interest rate.

Poor precious me.....

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The terracing continues

Stage two of the Great Wall of Drummonds is another retainer higher up the sand dune. I wasn't sure whether I'd get this project up this autumn, but now the weather has turned cooler, it's off to the tyre place in town, trailer attached, to procure a big load. Of course more than one load is needed to build the whole wall.


The second level will have steps on the left hand side. These continue on from the steps that ascend beside the water tank, with the stone wall on the left. The stone wall is a beautiful piece of garden architecture, which I can't take credit for as it was part of the original house construction. The plan is to merge the old wall into the new one by creating a rock facade in front of the tyres instead of just plain render. How long I extend the facade will depend on the difficulty of the task, and my patience. I have a lot of rocks! Yet another sand, water, lime, cement recipe to learn to make mortar.


The wall will merge on the right with the current steps, with a few more steps up yet to be created. Because the dune slopes down from left to right, as well as down to the house, there's less vertical height needed over on the right hand side. I like the fact that there's no symmetry. Me and symmetry? No, didn't think so..


This level will also incorporate an upper pond/reservoir for the waterfall, and if I get creative enough, I'll make another waterfall and third reservoir above the wall. I've a pump sitting in a cupboard that should have more than enough power to lift the 5-6 metres required.

Now wouldn't this look nice in my backyard?

Once this level is done, I'm in a position to measure out and lay the concrete slab for the pizza oven. Maybe that will be done before July.

Or maybe not...



Sunday, May 12, 2013

Birthday Girl

Today is Hazel's 15th Birthday.

We started the day with a lovely little snuggle in bed, something that hasn't happened for quite a while as she prefers sleeping on the bathroom floor. The cooler weather means she's changed her mind and joins me on the doona during the night.
who wouldn't give her a cuddle?
After ringing grandma it was off to the market for supplies for the week. Had a chat with Freddie who gave me a little advice on growing Florence Fennel, commiserated with Anh about my poor okra crop, and picked up a curry leaf plant that Dave had dug up for me. I love the friendly community that has developed at our Farmer's Market.


Then it was off to Coronation Beach, Hazel's second home, for a long wander along the shoreline, a quick dip, and a climb up to the lookout to check out the awesome swell coming through. Pity there's no wind....



Back home we visited the neighbours, because Carter and Hazel have a special bond that even a coterie of his mates can't break. In fact all the boys love Hazel to pieces, she has that effect on most humans. Maggie the pup is becoming less boisterous with her as well.

After a morning of exertion there was nothing for it but an afternoon nap.


And another chillout sunset.


Friday, May 10, 2013

May garden report

Golly gosh, another month done and dusted. I've been rather busy in the backyard building my next tier of retaining wall, with more steps, out of more donated tyres. Such a good feeling being an eco-warrior in my own little way. No photos for now, OK, a teaser, here's the trailer and back of the troopie full after my last foray to the tyre place.

In the vege patch, we've at last had rain. It was our first winter storm and aside from washing half the community basketball court and a good deal of beach away, it's been filling my water tanks and frying a few plants. I really need to set up a proper wind break for the winter storms as I think these winds cause more damage than the summer winds. Mainly because the garden has much more exposure to the northwest (where the storms come from) than the south or east where the summer winds originate. Time for creative shade cloth 101.

 bean plant looking a wee bit fried courtesy of our first winter storm.

Meanwhile, lettuce is growing madly everywhere, due to my careless scattering of seedheads from summer. I like picking off just enough leaves for a salad so I'm not complaining. The okra plants are slowly beginning to produce, but it's hardly a bumper crop, yes I am complaining about that.
one freaking fruit, how is that gonna make a meal?

The one serendipitous butternut pumpkin plant is still producing, looking forward to a nice yummy pumpkin soup in a month or so.

getting bigger and juicier by the day

Two dragon fruit flowers did their thang a few weeks ago, now I have to wait very patiently for the fruits to swell and grow and ripen.

that brown dead bit is the shrivelled up flower, with the big green bulbous bit being the fruit slowly developing

I thought I'd lost the rhubarb in February, but it has recovered. The stalks are a bit spindly but it can fatten up with a bit of yummy plant food.

I love rhubarb, mmmm

The broccoli seedlings, which are actually in one of the most exposed spots, really thrive when the weather starts to get a bit narky. Have you ever seen a more happy looking crop?

bring on windy cold rainy conditions, they love it!

The passionfruit vine is on it's way over the new pergola. Can't wait to see what havoc it gets up to whilst I'm away in NZ for 3 months.

no more pinching out the side growths, go forth and occupy!
With all the wind and rain the frangipani still managed to hold onto a few delicate flowers. It is definitely my favourite decorative tree.



And finally, a wee view of the garden from the verandah, complete with my messiness exposed. It's a composite picture so excuse the gaps.



Ciao for now, the sun's out at last and there's laundry to be done...

Monday, May 6, 2013

Ski goddess plans for July

2 months till I jet off to the Land of the Long White Cloud, Aotearoa, New Zealand silly!

And I've been making lots of plans.

Because I'm flying in and out of Christchurch this time I've got a few miles to travel to get down to my winter playground in Wanaka. Which means 1. being a tourist and 2. skiing somewhere else besides my beloved Treble Cone.

So here's my plans so far:

Fly in to Christchurch at lunchtime. Discover my luggage didn't make the transit in Sydney and I am ski less. Seriously, I'm a little worried this may well happen as there's just over an hour between my Perth flight arriving and my Christchurch flight leaving - domestic terminal, international terminal, very busy Sydney airport. Look, it was a really cheap ticket: $260 Perth to Christchurch OK? If the luggage makes it, emerge from Christchurch airport elated!

Next, pickup hire car, go to Chill office to pick up Chill Pass, hit supermarket then drive an hour up the road to Springfield for 3 nights. Spend the next 3 days skiing, or possibly only 2 days if I have a little misplaced luggage problem, a selection of Arthur's Pass ski fields. Have my first nutcracker experience!

Friday evening drive to Banks Peninsula for 2 nights in Akaroa, site of an old French colony and apparently very quaint and scenic. Eat lots of croissants and enjoy fabulous coffee because Kiwis know how to do the best coffee!

Sunday meander down the coast, through Geraldine and Fairlie to Lake Tekapo, where I am booked for 6 nights. Monday to Friday go skiing at either Round Hill or Mt Dobson, depending on weather and snow/road conditions. Spend evenings watching awesome night skies and maybe even catch an Aurora lightshow if I'm lucky.

Saturday go skiing on Tasman Glacier! Yes, go up in a plane, get some awesome aerial views of Mt Cook and all the nearby glaciers, land on the glacier then ski down it, past ice caves and weird formations, then do it a second time!! Once I found out about this trip it had to be on the bucket list, and everyone says Tasman Glacier is so disappointing from the ground so why not do it in a plane and then ski down it hey? Did I say we do this twice?? And with a week in Tekapo I've got a weather window to ensure I get on that glacier, can't wait.

Sunday, probably rest the legs, or alternatively go ski Ohau on my way south to Wanaka. Remind myself how freaking scary that road is up from the lake to the carpark. Arrive Wanaka Sunday evening and check in to my home away from home, Wanaka Bakpaka.

Then spend the next 6 weeks in Wanaka, skiing Treble Cone. Make Klaus happy by booking a couple of Sofa Ski Schools, catch up with Sonja for one of them, and also with all my Wanaka skiing friends. Cook sticky date pudding and be universally adored and appreciated, again already!

There's room in the clapped out old hire car for a travel compadre if anyone's interested....

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

A little itch scratched

Today, something I have been coveting for a long time arrived. It's a tent. But not just any old tent, it's a Force Ten tent.

Back in my mid twenties, after I toured China with mum, almost died in Thailand, and got held up at gunpoint in Pakistan (you'll get that story one day), I ended up in the UK, bought a bicycle and proceeded to do quite a few months of cycle touring. At the time I didn't know more than how to fix a puncture, but I managed. Actually, I still don't know much more than that!

After touring Ireland, working over winter, and recharging the batteries in Egypt, I bought myself an awesome little touring tent and headed off for the wilds of Scotland. And rather than staying in hostels, as I'd done in Ireland, I free camped on some of the most amazing beaches throughout the inner and outer Hebrides. It was bliss.


Part of that bliss was having the right tent. Staying warm and dry, and coping with strong winds, were all prerequisites for the tent I needed, and I'd spent up big buying myself this strong little one man Force Ten tent, which served me well. Man I loved that tent.

I've scoured through my photos, but no pictures of the tent were ever taken. Now with digital we take so many shots, back then you'd rather take a piccie of a pretty sunset than of a bloody tent, especially with only 12-36 photos in a film canister. In fact, I have a grand total of 40 shots documenting an entire 2 months of travel. Gosh haven't times changed....


I loved that tent so much I brought it home to Australia. I sold the bike, kept the tent. I bought a new bike and when I went cycle touring through the Atherton Tablelands in Far North Queensland the trusty little tent came with me. And then I gave it to my younger brother to take on his world trip, and never saw it again. I never did ask him where that tent ended up going to...

Of course for many years I've had no use for a dinky little lightweight tent, preferring instead to go car camping with all the mod cons. I mean these days I have the fully kitted out solar self sufficient camper trailer for all my luxury camping needs. But just sometimes, you do want to walk somewhere, and you don't want to lug anything heavy with you.


When I went to SE Asia in 2008/2009 I took a Hennessy Hammock. It's a really awesome piece of kit, but not always practical, as it requires posts, big rocks, trees or something fairly substantial at any rate, at both ends for securing the hammock. I quickly found out on my volcano climbs in Sumatra, that a tent has more versatility because above the tree line there are.... no trees! Was great in the jungle though.


I'd been thinking about purchasing a new lightweight tent for some time, as I'm at some point contemplating some long distance hiking either in Australia or New Zealand. Perhaps even the US or Europe. Huts are becoming more common, particularly in NZ, making a tent less necessary, but any back country hiker knows a tent may be their only chance of survival should they get caught in inclement weather a long way from shelter. But I adore camping in the middle of nowhere, just you and nature, and not having to share it with another soul.

For over 2 years I've been coveting a new Vango Force Ten tent, and last month I bought one. I've gone for a 2 man tent because the weight difference is negligible but the extra space well appreciated. I haven't done a trial erection yet, but I thought I'd share the little blurb that came with the tent, because it's exactly how I feel, and have always felt since that first tent all those years ago.


Doesn't that make you want to go adventuring?

Saturday, April 27, 2013

My great wall's finest hour

It requires a little work, mainly hard physical labour, but it's not exactly rocket science.


After the summer hiatus, this week I at last finished off the second half of the retaining wall.

For the initial stages, check out this post.

The second half involved rendering the steps. And incorporating the waterfall pond feature into the wall.


I filled the spaces with small rocks because the steps would be carrying a lot more load than the seating would, so filling with the bottles and cans didn't seem the best option, given the gaps were quite large.


After rendering the risers, I decided to top the steps with concrete. Out came two old bags of qwikcrete I'd had sitting around for years. Shovelling aggregate is a little harder on the old arms and shoulders than mixing render!


But 2 bags wasn't enough, so I raked up some blue metal gravel from the pathway, sieved out the crap, and made myself some more concrete. Not bad using sand and aggregate from my own backyard! My homemade concrete is the lighter stuff.


Once the concrete set, I simply rendered over the top of it.


And in one month's time, it will be ready to be painted. Choosing colours is going to be the hardest choice of all. What colours should I choose?

For all the photos of the whole process, click here.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

This wall's bigger than my wall

Whilst I'm in the process of building my own "great" wall I thought I'd show you a panorama I put together of the other, slightly more famous Great Wall, from our trip in 1989.

I suspect the restoration is now more advanced, that there's tacky tourist shops everywhere, and hopefully the public toilets have improved from a smelly concrete ditch in the middle of a room.

This is a pastiche from 5 photos, which I have scanned from negatives, merged using Photoshop then converted to Black and White in Lightroom because the colours were so washed out. My old films have deteriorated somewhat and there's a lot of yellow cast in them, which isn't pretty.

This section is at Badaling, north of Beijing. The main parking area is on the left of the photo and I have climbed up the wall some way to take these shots.I hope this  helps you appreciate the sheer scale of just this small section of the wall as it traverses the far hills.

Enjoy.

you can see a larger, more detailed view here

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

One more year

The countdown till I give up the day job continues. And having a birthday brings it all so much closer.

Having decided I want my cake and eat it too I suspect I am going through a tiny bit more anguish over this. I could save faster if I worked full-time. I could save more if I didn't skive off for a 3 month ski trip to New Zealand in July.

But shit, life's for living isn't it? Surely I have to stay sane and enjoy the journey whilst reaching the ultimate goal? And to be truthful, working more means more for the tax man and not significant amounts more for me. I think I'm in a good middle ground as far as take home income goes and I'm managing to save a significant portion of it to pay off my sizeable debt.

I've changed my mind on selling the money tree, deciding instead to cut my losses on my most poorly performing property, sell it and offset the loss against my tax. Nothing like making the tax man pay for my poor property investment decisions.

It will reduce my debt a bit, but not enough yet to give up the day job.

So meanwhile, I've turned into Ms Scrooge. Which I have an incredible talent for!

Actually, it's easy to not spend money when you don't value bright shiny new things. When you are totally fine driving a car that is 18 years old, and build retaining walls in your garden using old car tyres, making render using the sand from your own back yard. 

When you buy your dry goods in bulk online, where $3.50 postage is all you pay to get them delivered to your doorstep, where you eat the fruit and veg from your own garden supplemented from the weekly farmers market. When you drink your own espresso coffee at home and rarely eat out any more. When you have quite a bit of wine in your cellar from years belonging to a wine club, and you only delve in there once a week anyway.

When you can't actually remember the last time you bought a new item of clothing, because you have quite enough clothes as it is.

In fact, I've been spending less money than a pensioner gets. Yep! I've been living below the poverty line!

Not really, because I'm rent free. And I already own a wine cellar full of wine and an espresso machine. And my car is paid off. And I have a buffer for when the big bills come in, so that it isn't a stress for me to pay them. So I'm not really living below the poverty line, but it's a darn interesting insight into how hard it is to get by on just a pension.

And if my weekends weren't spent pottering in my garden, or going windsurfing (with gear I already own) I wouldn't have much of a life at all. Or perhaps I should say: if I didn't mind spending most of my free time in my own company....

Lucky me!

So, having just celebrated my 49th birthday (by rendering the tyre wall some more!) I'm now under pressure to keep those savings piling in. 

It doesn't help that I just discovered you can go heliskiing on the Tasman Glacier in New Zealand!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

A Mojito with my name on it

My first lime has been picked



So has some mint


Raid the sugar jar and pound everything together

Finally, add rum and soda water

then pour over ice.

Voila!


Friday, April 12, 2013

An amazing thing happened this week

At lunchtime on Tuesday, as the thick sea fog began to lift, the ladies doing lunch looked up from their chai lattes and couldn't quite believe their eyes! Moored 100m offshore was a rickety looking wooden boat packed to the gunwales with small brown people. Is that what I think it is?

Yes indeed. For the first time in 5 years a boatload of asylum seekers managed to reach the Australian mainland. Not somewhere up north where the spotter planes and customs boats monitor border security, but in little old Geraldton, my home town. Only 430km north of Perth and more than 5000km from its purported embarkation point in Sri Lanka.

They were a sad little sight being towed off into the port, where they were checked then in the middle of the night bussed off to places unknown. And everybody, politicians included, scratched their heads and said "How did that happen?"

What we know is there were 66 Sri Lankans onboard; men, women and children. What we also know, is a lot of local Geraldton people were very unhappy about their arrival. And they said some very hateful spiteful vitriolic things. And went down to the port to gawk at them through the fence. On Facebook they wrote nasty little comments about diseases and terrorism and Centrelink bludgers and queue jumpers and other rhetoric that is just paraphrasing what we hear from the mouths of the major party politicians and mainstream media on a regular basis. It's not very original to just regurgitate political rhetoric, it's a sign of being duped.

So, because I'm a kind compassionate person I'm going to give these 66 Sri Lankans the benefit of the doubt, do a little research and share it with you, so maybe you can make up your own mind.

Let's start with who they are. They are Sri Lankan and are almost certainly Tamils, given that very few Sinhalese Sri Lankans have sought refugee status anywhere, including in Australia. Why is that?

Well if you've had your head under a bushel you may have missed out on knowing that from 1983 until 2009, the LTTE (Tamil Tigers) and the predominantly Sinhalese Sri Lankan Government have been waging a very nasty civil war. War crimes and human rights atrocities were committed by both sides, and towards the very end these atrocities escalated, to the point where estimates of up to 40,000 civilians were said to have been killed in the final six months of the war. (the current estimate seems to be around 10,000).

And since the Sri Lankan Government won the war the Tamils aren't exactly feeling very safe. And the LTTE did some very nasty things (so did the Government military services, this is not a one way story here!) and the Government appears to be exacting ongoing revenge. So if you are Tamil, and have any connection to the LTTE, your life is probably in danger.

Why is that? Well back in 1983 when this mess all started the Tamils had land in the north that they felt safe in, and from where they launched their nasty terrorist attacks. There are no innocent parties here. But look at the date, 1983. If you were born any time after about 1975 it's pretty likely that you would have been involved or co-opted into the conflict. It doesn't mean you had a choice. Very few Tamils live in the southern, predominantly Sinhalese, part of Sri Lanka, so if you are Tamil, you're either an ex-terrorist, or you know a terrorist or you aided and abetted a terrorist. Well that's how the Sri Lankan Government see it.

even the cartoonists don't quite get it.
Victors, as a rule, don't like to examine their own human rights record, and the Sri Lankan Government is no different. The President did set up the Lessons Learnt and Reconciliation Commission, but it has been heavily criticised by human rights groups, including the UN, for not providing justice and accountability for war crimes committed - by either side. And because the Sri Lankan Government continues to receive political support without censure from other countries, including Australia, it turns out it's back to business as usual.

Business as usual in Sri Lanka, is white van abductions. A white van stops, men get out and bundle you in, blindfold and gag you and take you to a detention centre where you are tortured and raped by government forces until you sign a confession, get jailed, and maybe even disappear. If you are lucky, you get out of the country.

One third of all Tamils now live outside Sri Lanka, having escaped during those 25 years of war. And now that the war is over, surely it should all be OK right? And what of that land up in the north where the Tamils live? Can't they just go back to living a peaceful life and forget about it all? Apparently not, because the Government has made numerous land grabs and it appears that there is no safe haven on Sri Lankan soil for a Tamil anymore.

Aside from the violence, there appears to be widespread discrimination as well. Having lost their land they are also at the mercy of economic factors. So whether you are rich or poor, if you're Tamil, Sri Lanka isn't such a nice place for you right now.

So there you have what the politicians call "push factors". The reasons that a person might leave where they live and seek a better life somewhere else.

Now I've always wondered about the people who do make the jump to taking whatever risks are necessary to make a better, safer life for themselves and their families. Because for all the people who do jump, there's a bunch more who don't, who sit back and suffer.

Examples I can think of are the Scottish Highland clearances, and the Irish Potato Famine, when huge populations left their desperate lives and made new, prosperous ones in Australia, New Zealand, the US and Canada. And I'll bet they were a filthy, diseased lot of individuals when they arrived on those far shores. And how many of us can trace our ancestry back to those same desperate boat people?

And what about the ones who stayed behind? You know, in Scotland and Ireland? Can't say they made the right choice can you? Yep, the grass really was greener, the opportunities really were better in the new world, and they continue to be so, even now. Ha, particularly now!!

This is the so called "pull factor", which is far too much of the political debate in my opinion, because it's the one thing we can do absolutely nothing about. No matter what we do (well there are some things) we are going to always look like a better alternative to where they came from. Because we simply are.

Let's assume we could change the "pull factor", what would we do? Let's see, we'd execute everybody who did anything wrong, we'd rape and pillage our neighbours, and we'd certainly line up all those "boat people" and shoot them. I mean why not? We might as well cut all welfare for everybody, no good people thinking that welfare is something we give people who are in need. No way we want to give the world a message that we are rich and compassionate. That would be so the wrong message. We have to make this country so bad that no-one would want to come here, I mean no-one, not just those boat people, but all those other people who want to migrate to Australia and work here and make a new better life for them. It has to be a consistent message after all. And would you want to live in that country? I certainly wouldn't.

Of course everything mentioned in the previous paragraph could never happen, because Australia is, and rightly so, a signatory to the Geneva Convention and the International Charter on Human Rights. We're a country that's proud of it's egalitarianism, that always roots for the underdog, gosh we're the tall poppy chopper downers of the world!! But apparently that doesn't quite extend to small brown people from Asia. Unless they happen to be good at sport.....

The rhetoric used by both sides of Parliament is exactly that. "Turn around the boats" attitudes are not going to stop the pull factor because people aren't stupid, they know Australia is a compassionate place (because we are duuh!) and whatever bad boy tactics we might bang on about we end up taking them all anyway. Because we're nice, because when we actually start asking questions we discover that they have some pretty horrific stories to tell and we'd like them to stop having to suffer. Because all that egalitarian bullshit I talked about actually is us, it isn't bullshit, and it's what makes me proud to be Australian.

And if you think Howard had it right, and for a little look at push and pull factors and where the boats actually went during the Pacific Solution days check this out.


So then we move on to the "illegal immigration, taking our jobs, Centrelink bludgers" type of complaints, which again, dear readers, not very original. This article, if the naysayers can take the time to read it, looks at who migrates here, who is in detention and the different types of immigration we have. And it uses numbers, so we get an idea of the scale of the issue.

In 2011-2012 82,000 people arrived on skilled migration visas and another 68,000 came here on 457 visas. So who's taking the jobs? This lot. Not to mention this lot! My suggestion to an unskilled Australian? Get skilled!! Put your back into it!

In the asylum seeker class, there are just under 14,000 places available every year under Australia's Humanitarian program. Of these places, they are divided about half each for onshore and offshore arrivals. Onshore arrivals are those who come by plane or by boat to our shores, the offshore lot are the ones who've been decaying in some horrific refugee camp somewhere. Yes, in 2011-2012 we took a measly 6817 refugees off the UNHCRs books. Now you wonder why genuine asylum seekers might want to "queue jump"?

Turns out, if you manage to get into the country (and the reason why the Australian Government wants to excise Australia as well as its offshore islands from the migration zone, no this doesn't make sense does it!) you are eligible for the onshore intake. Which is actually more than its offshore intake! In 2011-2012 14,415 people applied for one of these visas, half of whom had got to Australia by plane. Yes, 7000 by plane, 7000 by boat. All "queue jumpers"! And half of them got visas, with about 2/3 of them going to the boat arrivals. The rest are still waiting, either in community settings or in detention centres.

Now looking at those numbers, I'm thinking that it makes no sense to encourage people to be onshore asylum seekers because that seems a pretty big pull factor to jump on a leaky boat. And I have lost count of how many times I have heard some politician with a serious caring look on their face say we have to do everything in our power to stop people making the dangerous decision to come here by boat. It makes heaps more sense to just take more offshore refugees, even if the overall numbers aren't increased (I think we could probably take a few more than 14,000 don't you?). And if we excise all of Australia from the migration zone, then the only people missing out would be the ones in the refugee camps, because we still wouldn't know what to do with all the "offshore" genuine refugees who got here by boat. And Australian taxpayers continue to pay for them whether they are deemed offshore or not. It's crazy logic.

Remember, the boats kept coming during the Howard years, we just sent them back, or they sunk, whoops, remember SIEVX anyone?

So if we took more people from refugee camps, and less people from onshore arrivals, that would definitely be a deterrant to "queue jump" surely. Let me be clear here about what I mean by queue jump, vs what most of the great unwashed seem to mean when they talk about queue jumping. There seems to be a little confusion between the idea of applying for a skilled migration visa - costs alot of money and time, lots of hoops to jump through, have to wait a long time - and genuine refugees trying to seek asylum. They are not the same thing, they are not comparible, they are apples and oranges. Even the refugee camp vs onshore arrival issue, which is the only legitimate queue jump gripe, seems to be a construct of our own government's making and those jumping on boats don't actually appear to be taking refugee camp places anyway.

Finally, let's talk about the Aussie taxpayer, who after all, is paying for all of this palaver. Something that came up in all the vitriol was something about how Australian people needed to be helped first, that these few thousand asylum seekers (yes I will persist to call them asylum seekers because that's what they are until their claims are proved or not) were bludging off our system at the expense of Aussies in need. Now where in the media and out of the mouths of politicans have I heard that before? Again, not an original thought...

Detaining all these people: really really expensive. Depends where you look, but more than $2 billion a year to fund current policies of detention. Previous offshore detention policies, like the Howard Government's Pacific Solution was also extremely expensive, and that money was taken from our overseas aid budget! Versus: community detention, much cheaper. Currently, those in the community get a payment significantly lower than the Centrelink Newstart allowance, which any welfare recipient will acknowledge is almost impossible to live on. There is minimal access to health care, and they can't work. So they are dependent on community and church groups and professionals who provide services for free. So they aren't taking jobs, or imposing on our health system, but they are stretching those community and church groups to breaking point!

There are currently about 8000 people in detention, just over half in mainland detention centre, another 1000 off shore and another 2200 in community detention.

I did a little internet search and found someone else had asked the same question about welfare recipients in Australia. " in summary out of a country with an essential workforce ~12 million people, around 4.2 million are dependent on welfare for survival, a similar number (~3.3 million) receive welfare in "family tax credits", subsidies for childcare, baby bonus, rental assitance, etc etc "

It does beg the question why we're getting our knickers in a knot about a paltry few thousand doesn't it?

So, back to our 66 Sri Lankans on a boat in Geraldton Harbour. Lately, there has been media claiming that Sri Lankans are just economic migrants, who pretend to be asylum seekers. If that were the case, why are there so few Sinhalese? I'm sure a lot of Aboriginal people know exactly how hard it can be to get a job when you don't come from the right ethnic group.

And how the hell did they make it this far anyway? Without anyone seeing them? Well theories are that they didn't come via Indonesia, but directly south a bit further than usual before heading east. But could they have carried that much fuel? I certainly know that with only one local Customs officer and no Customs boat based in Geraldton, we don't exactly have tight border security here.

But no-one was hurt, the mob on the boat were all healthy enough, and now Geraldton's biggest question is what to do with the bloody boat!!

Latte anyone??

Saturday, April 6, 2013

March flies by

Before you know it, it's April! The weather is much milder now, sometimes I put a long sleeved top on when out in the garden first thing in the morning, and we haven't had a day over 33 degrees Celcius for a few weeks. I think I even wore trousers the other day.

The garden has been much happier and able to switch from survival mode to sprinting new growth. All the citrus plants are putting out loads of new shoots and leaves, and the passionfruit vine has reached the top of its pole and will soon be spreading out over the canes.

I at last did a little garden project I'd been contemplating for some time, which is to make a fence from some of my old windsurfing boards. Each board tells a story of my progression over the years, so besides looking quite nice and beachy, it's also very personal.

Before Xmas I found a huge amount of rope and netting which had washed up on the beach, and so I've been untangling it and incorporating into the garden design ever since. I think it ties the boards together quite nicely, and there's no mistaking my place for a bog standard unimaginative home. As much as I like the clean lines of houses and gardens you see on lifestyle and design shows and magazines, I love quirkiness and personality more.


So, what's growing?

I harvested my first dragon fruit which was more sweet and juicy than I ever remember any I've eaten in Asia. I'd always thought of them as pretty, but not very tasty, but my home grown one was delicious. They start off as a little bud that emerges phallically from the side of the cactus.

This one is now about to flower

Seriously crazy flower but it only lasts the one night, then the fruit takes another couple of weeks to develop and you know it's ready when the outside turns from green to pinky red. Then eat!!


The pumpkin plant has put on new growth and new little babies are developing, as are the eggplants and tomatoes.

The okra plants (down to 2 plants after starting with 6) are thriving, as are the capsicums, which are fruiting madly and likely to give me quite a surplus.

I've new cucumber seedlings coming on, as well as carrots and lettuce, I've beans and snow peas, and also broccoli. And I've got a freezer full of red chillies, just waiting to end up in a recipe.

I've also planted some mulberry cuttings that I struck last year. It's likely I may need to remove the original mulberry tree as it's a bit intrusive on the area where the retaining wall and new pizza oven will be, so I thought I'd get in early on some replacements. I also want to source some more fruit trees this year for the side and back yards. Gardens are such a long term commitment...

But I love every minute!