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Karate adventure - Nambucca Heads

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[notajoinerofthings]

note to self: no, you can't go to vienna just to see lucas gregorowicz perform at the theatre. you neither have the time nor the money for such a trip. don't even think about it 💀

[beautyofaustralia]

Nambucca State Forest

9 August 2017

[jainkoa]

Any of you been on the central coast in NSW? Fucked up place. What the fuck do they need a big ass banana for? Get fucked. Why is there a place called Hat Head there? Absolute drongos.

[musiconspotify]

Mark Moldre - Nambucca Fables (2023) … often surprises …

[guerrerense]

The Picnic Train por Jarrod Mitton Por Flickr: Steam locomotive 5917 - Nambucca Heads NSW

[4godownunder]

Freitag, 4. August 2023

Knapp 700 Kilometer

Schon um 8.40 Uhr sind wir unterwegs, es soll knapp 700 Kilometer gen Süden gehen. Aber es dauert, bis wir Brisbane hinter uns gelassen haben. Im Radio dudelt ein deutscher Sender, gerade moderiert ein Holger und legt all' das auf, was er wohl damals mitgebracht hat, als er hier gestrandet war - darunter Frühwerke der Toten Hosen und Nena. Als wir kurz darauf in Kirra Beach zum ersten Kaffeestopp (und Frühstücksstopp für ein Familiemitglied) halten, weht uns das Kontrastprogramm fast um. Eben noch hatte Holger am Rande der Depression die nächste Scheibe angekündigt, schon steht eine australische Café-Wirtin vor uns. Wo kommt ihr denn her? Aus Deutschland? DEUTSCHLAND? Ja Wahnsinn. Team, kommt mal her, wir haben Gäste aus Deutschland! und wie lange und woher und warum und .... sie war doch erst in der Nähe von Adelaide in diesem deutschen Tal und da gab es Sauerkraut und ... wow. Auch nach drei Wochen fragen wir uns manchmal, ob nicht vielleicht doch was im australischen Trinkwasser ist ...

Nach einem sagenhaften Frühstück verlieren wir uns noch einen Moment am Sandstrand. In der Ferne schimmert die Silhouette von Gold Coast, lauter Hochhäuser. In dem Ort urlauben jährlich an die 10 Millionen Menschen, die Autobahn war von Freitzeitsparks gesäumt. Uns langt der Anblick übers Meer hinweg.

Nächste Pause: Nambucca Heads. Keine Massen. Dafür viel Meer, viel Welle, etwas See, eine lange Mole mit vielen verzierten Steinen. Wenn danach der Weg nicht zu weit wäre, könnten wir direkt schonmal hier bleiben. Australische Ostküste, wie sie schöner kaum sein kann. Nur das Schwimmen ist mal wieder verboten, diesmal sind es die Strömungen.

Der Sonnenuntergang ist farbenrpächtig, aber um 17.20 Uhr wie immer ziemlich früh. Bald danach wird es stockdunkel, als wir im Ferienhäuschen in Forster bei den Great Lakes ankommen, ist es zappenduster und kühl. Noch kurz zum Italiener, der natürlich nicht an den von Hervey Beach heranreicht - und ab ins Bett.

[insipid-drivel]

My Ex’s Conspiracy Theorist Jungle-Living Uncle

There are a lot of things I don’t miss about one of my exes. However, there’s one thing I do, and that happened to be hanging out with his uncle.

My ex’s uncle was a reedy, fuzzy, unwashed recluse that lived in the middle of the jungle north of Nambucca, Australia. I don’t know exactly what the place is called because it’s off the grid and has no real name, and I still have lingering trauma from the terrifying drive to and from his house.

This was a man who understood that chem trails were real, crystals could talk, music at certain frequencies could induce psychic visions, and that he didn’t mind living amongst giant carnivorous goanas with no indoor plumbing. I have no doubt that he may have been mildly schizophrenic, which only made hanging out with him that much more fun and interesting. I love hanging out with schizophrenics and have spent years as a supporter of an online support group for them. People with schizophrenia are not scary; they’re absolutely fascinating to talk to. I have never been more captivated or engaged in a conversation than I have with schizophrenic people. My dad was schizophrenic, and I’ve never loved anyone more. Even when the symptoms scared him, which happened sometimes, all I wanted to do was listen.

My ex’s uncle was probably the most fascinating and fun character of a man I’ve ever met and still struggle to believe the day I spent at his house wasn’t some kind of psychedelic trip I had back in my apartment in Sydney. It was the middle of November and the heat and humidity was something that even the most seasoned of Floridians would’ve balked at. The kicker? It was a 6 hour drive and my ex’s janky old car’s air conditioning was broken. It was at least 104F (40C) the entire ride, outside. I felt like I had a stamina bar from a survival video game and it was a race to get from rest stop to rest stop to find air conditioning before I got heat stroke.

To get to his house, we had to switch cars to a 4-wheeled SUV. It was the most harrowing 45 minutes in my life as we had to slowly drive along a rail-thin, dirt path cut into a ravine so steep it may as well have been a cliff. My ex was not helping by telling me about the sheer number of deaths that had occurred in his living memory alone from people rolling down the ravine, which was hundreds of feet deep. (Seriously Australians, I know hazing the Americans is fun, but please you live in a land of venom, death, and a simmering disregard for all temporal consequence. Be gentle with us when we’re already shitting ourselves.)

But the view was breathtaking. It was like walking into an episode of Planet Earth. There were vast, green fields that serves as pastures for small farmers with horses and sheep - lamb being a very popular export - between vast expanses of steaming rainforest. The sounds during the day were indescribable. After we got to the end of me Staring Death In The Face For 45 Minutes and I was able to get my shit together, I understood why his uncle wanted to live there.

His house is set on stilts on an almost 45 degree angle on a hill in a clearing in the forest. If you like cottagecore, you should’ve seen this place. He had his own little hydroelectric generator that pumped water and electricity to his house. He had wifi somehow. I don’t know how. The fact that he casually offered me weed growing in a pot on his front porch before my foot touched the ground already had me comfortable with not thinking too hard.

He lived off the land and occasional trips into a town so tiny that you could stand on the top of the decline where the “Welcome To” sign was and see straight down to the “Now Leaving” sign. It was a microscopic little town of hardened badasses that spat in the Grim Reaper’s face on a daily basis. In his house, there were quartz crystals wedged into every conceivable nook and cranny, and he had a boombox from the 90′s playing low, drowning music at a specific frequency he assured me would assist in opening my Third Eye.

I assured him that every eye I had was pretty fucking wide open at that point.

He explained to me his distaste for chem trails, and I nodded along. He made me a cup of tea from a tin kettle over an open-propane burner that fueled his stove and we sat together on a bench on his fenced porch watching the cockatoos and kookaburras flying over us. Inevitably, because I had already come perilously close to wetting myself just in getting there, I expressed a need to use the restroom.

“Oh, well, you’ve got two options. Ya can go around the corner or in the river, but there are more biting flies by the river.”

“Great.” Fortunately, the hill his house was set on was so remote that it was easy for me to find a hiding spot to squat in around the corner. I didn’t want to know where he got the fertilizer for his greenhouse from.

After doing my business, I came back and we resumed chatting. He was telling me about how the wooden tool shed across from the house had once been his house, because he’d built the house with his bare hands while living out of a shack no larger than 9′x6′.

As I’m marveling at the sheer incalculable mass of this delightful madman’s testicles, I hear a rustling from the bushes.

The biggest goana I have ever seen in my life (meaning the only goana) crept out from the underbrush directly from where I’d just taken a leak. It crawled up the stoop and stared at me, forked tongue flicking as it stared at me and considered me.

My ex’s uncle grinned from ear to fucking ear while I realized that I was sitting on the hill I was literally going to die on. I froze as this gigantic, toothy lizard looked me dead in the eye, and then noticed a kookaburra in a nearby tree and decided I wasn’t worth it.

Suddenly, I feel a metal cylinder in my lap.

This man has placed a 12 gauge shotgun in my lap. “Don’t be scared! They’re just looking for birds this time of year.”

“You... can have that here?” I may be American and I may live in a swamp, but I’ve never handled guns before. I’ve never needed to. And then there was the matter that I had been convinced that Australia had banned firearms to civilians.

“I use it to protect the cockatoo chicks! They’re rare out here!” he explained, constantly chipper about the entire thing as he took the gun away and set it aside. He explained to me that a flock of a rare, endangered species of cockatoo lived in the trees around where we were sitting, and he had a permit for a shotgun in order to protect himself from exactly what just happened 2 minutes before.

Meanwhile, my ex is casually slapping my arms and legs to keep biting flies the size of quarters from making me cry for my mother, stunning them, tying a strand of hair around them, and then flinging them around like they were tiny dogs on leashes, and explaining that that’s what kids out there did for fun.

I prayed to Steve Irwin for strength. That explained Crocodile Hunter.

His uncle decides it’s time for us to have some fun and leads us away from the relative safety of his house and down to the shallows of the river we’d driven over to get there. He proceeded to teach me to catch frogs until dusk.

He brought us back to his house, and when I explained to him that I was a Bandrui and that magpies were a major spirit animal in my work in my faith, he told me to wait where I was standing and disappeared into the upstairs of his house I never got to see. He returned with a bundle of feathers. Including a tailfeather from the black-and-yellow, endangered cockatoos he had collected.

“Take them,” he said, practically shoving them into my arms while I had to take my jaw off the floor.

“What?! They’re rare! I can’t pay you!” I was shocked.

But he insisted. “No. You have important work to do. Take them.” He was so confident that I had to wonder if he knew something more than I did, and so I thanked him gratuitously. I still have his bundle of feathers to this day.

“Time for you to get back!” he abruptly pronounced as the sky started to turn pink.

“Huh?” I had no idea why he was insisting on it, but he sounded like he was confident of something.

“You’ll see!” he replied with another grin, and waved as we drove off with the sun going down.

The drive back meant another 45 minutes on the Death Road. In the dark.

That was how I discovered that, in the jungle when the sun goes down, millions of tree frogs migrate down the Death Slope. One jumped down my boobs. Getting back to where we were staying, I almost walked face-first into a Golden Orbweaver Spider, and decided I missed Bigfoot and the innocuous red eyes in the dark. At least they kept their distance.

[charlesandmartine]

Friday 17th February 2023

This and the previous property's water supply comes from the sky. Huge tanks in the garden harvest rainwater for drinking as well as all the other household requirements. These tanks here are running low, and if significant amounts of rain are not delivered soon, they will need topping up by truck at cost. This is not seen as being a popular pastime. Rains are forecast in 4 weeks time.

We had set targets for today that could be considered unrealistic. Our journey from Tuncurry to Yamba was to be something slightly less than 5 hour straight and 430kms up the fast A1 Pacific Highway, which is a long way for us in one day. Complicated of course because we wanted to stop on route to take a look at a couple of places. The first must see place had to be the lunch spot in Nambucca Heads, conveniently situated at the head of the Nambucca River but an absolutely delightful collection of sandbanks and natural harbour. Ham & egg sandwiches are an excellent match for the scenery on offer. What with the visit to the bakery added to the consumption time I think we are now talking overall 6 hours with less than halfway. Our next stop was to be Bellingen at the start of the Waterfall Drive. This unsurprisingly involved driving down a road surrounded by waterfalls and comes well recommended. Bellingen is a town that absolutely confirms everything we like about Australia! It is a comely mainstreet of old traditional shops with covered walkways, banks and cinema; balconies with delicate regency iron fretwork which adds a real charm to it. Apparently some town planners are keen to rip the lot down and replace it with modern stuff identical to everywhere else. Thankfully there is sufficient opposition to this viewpoint to hold this sacrilegious act at bay. But for how long we ask? The tourist information lady was very helpful when asked where best to sample the loveliest of her waterfalls and she immediately began scooping copious piles of leaflets, printouts, maps and instructions suitable for a fortnight stay. Another approach was proffered; if you could do just one of these places, which would it be? So that was how we ended up driving up the Dorrigo Mountain to see the Crystal Shower Falls Walk in the Dorrigo National Park Rainforest. This involved a 3km round trip along tall canopied forest paths winding steadily downwards passing palms and yellow cedars until we heard the sounds of running water. The Crystal Shower did not disappoint, especially the ability to clamber behind the falls to view the falling water from the other side. Fantastic and well worth the hike back up the winding forest path, although now making the overall journey time approach 8 hours.

Thus it was that we arrived in our superb Samsara Bush Retreat cabin just before dusk, tired and very hungry. We didn't fancy cooking at this point so we emptied the Nissan and set coordinates for what looked essentially the nearest thing to a fish and chips restaurant. This somewhat morphed into a hotel by the motorway bridge over the river. Dispell all cosy thoughts of country hotels straightaway. Think more in terms of cowboy town hotel, cattle rustlers and karaoke. Then combine this with trying to converse over a cacophony of country music (term loosely applied) with a Sheila, who's already had a tough day sheep wrestling, with an intention of ordering take away F&C. What did come across in clear dulcet tones was: 30 minutes, busy and that'll be 50 bucks! Waiting the required 'go out and catch fish, fillet and cook' time we investigated the possibility of a supply of SB. This was to romp in at 38 bucks a bottle! Well you have to crush the grapes, ferment etc, all costs I suppose. So we approached what must have been Sheila's sister behind the bar to enquire if she might possibly have a bottle of beer. What do want, what you got, no what do you want? This circular discussion continued a while until we suggested Four X. Then with a look, she disappeared out back somewhere (not the outback, although by the amount of time it took it could have been) she emerged with a cold one.

Our landlord suggested later this was the best place to go in this sugar mills district where clearly the entire town of millers come out on a Friday evening to let their hair down.

Hmm

[palarnikautogaming]

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[nambuccaleaguesandsports]

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[peachandpineapple]

Media Release:

GROUNDBREAKING NITV DOCUMENTARY SERIES OUR LAW EXPANDS ACROSS AUSTRALIA FROM THURSDAY, 9 MAY

Intimate and candid access to the First Nations officers changing police cultures from within.

The much anticipated second instalment of the powerful observational documentary series Our Law, which explores the relationship between police and First Nations peoples, will premiere on National Indigenous Television (NITV) and SBS on Thursday 9 May from 8.30pm.

Expanding from Western Australia and crossing state lines into New South Wales, Victoria, Queensland and the Torres Strait for series two, the audience rides along with Aboriginal officers on the frontline in jurisdictions right around Australia as they attempt to change the system from within and break the cycle of Indigenous incarceration.

This eight-part docu series continues to break new ground, privy to frontline police operations, squad-car conversations, high stakes decision making and the powerful personal journeys of First Nations police officers and recruits around Australia.

In series two, Leroy Rundle and Ace Keirnan, who appeared as Western Australian police cadets in series one, face new challenges in their roles as a Recruit and a Custody Officer. The series also follows Sergeant Alan Kickett from West Australian Police; Aboriginal Community Liaison Officers (ACLO) Melissa Muter, Scott Mieni and Narelle Dickson from NSW Police Force; Sergeant Melissa Peters from Victoria Police; and Senior Constable Patricia Pedro, Constable Jarwin Blackman, and Constable Laurie Bateman from Queensland Police Service, as they work in various communities. The series is once again narrated by acclaimed Australian actor Deborah Mailman.

With its unique truth-telling, Our Law follows multiple stories and cameras are granted intimate and candid access as they follow Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander police out on the beat in a diverse range of locations and communities around Australia, each with its own unique history, culture and policing needs. These locations include Perth and Kalgoorlie in Western Australia, Nambucca Heads and Redfern in New South Wales, Ballarat in Victoria, Caboolture and in Queensland, Thursday Island in the Torres Strait and more.

The original creative team returns for the second series, including director Perun Bonser (Star Dreaming, Noongar Footy Magic), and producers Taryne Laffar of PiNK PEPPER (KGB, On Country Kitchen) and Sam Bodhi Field of Periscope Pictures (Behind the Blue Line, Virtual Whadjuk).

NITV’s Head of Commissions, Marissa McDowell, said: “Our Law has unprecedented access as it follows 11 members of police services across New South Wales, Victoria, Queensland, the Torres Strait and Western Australia. The series demonstrates the importance of Indigenous police working with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities to build trust and bridge the gap of communication.

“This is a documentary for all Australians, so that Indigenous peoples are seen and heard, including those who work in the police system and those who engage with police. NITV has worked with the Our Law team to bring this vital series to a national audience.”

Series Director, Perun Bonser, said, “It is my hope that the series seeds critically important national conversations, which must take place now, if we are to establish a system of law that is fair for everyone. The responsibility of building a relationship between the police and Indigenous communities is on all of us.”

Our Law is a PiNK PEPPER Pty Ltd and Periscope Pictures Pty Ltd production for NITV. Principal production investment from Screen Australia’s First Nations Department, in association with NITV. Financed with support from Screenwest and Lotterywest.

Screen Australia’s Head of First Nations, Angela Bates said: “The First Nations Department is proud to support Our Law’s evolution over the last few years, a series that highlights the importance of First Nations police officers and cadets in breaking down barriers, creating awareness and understanding, and healing deeply fractured relationships. It skilfully navigates and weaves together the compelling journeys of these officers, while giving voice to the communities being policed. We're looking forward to watching season two, the stories and conversations that will come out of it, and the impact it has on Australian audiences”.

Screenwest CEO, Rikki Lea Bestall said: “Screenwest is proud to have supported Our Law from its inception as a groundbreaking half hour documentary to a full series and now a second series. PiNK PEPPER and Periscope Pictures are forces of nature who, together with director, Perun Bonser have once again produced a compelling series which will undoubtedly encourage deeper cultural understanding and healing amongst our First Nations community, the Australian Police and all Australians.”

Our Law Series 2 airs weekly on NITV and SBS on Thursday 9 May from 8.30pm with a double episode.

Our Law is also available to stream for free on SBS on Demand, with all episodes being released on 9 May. Captions in English and subtitles in Arabic, Simplified Chinese, Traditional Chinese, Korean and Vietnamese will be available on SBS On Demand. The series will also be available with audio description for blind and low vision audiences.

View the Series 2 Trailer HERE

ENDS For Our Law Series Two interview requests or media assets, please contact The Peach & Pineapple Co:

Roya Abshar | 0409 390 019 | roya@peachandpineapple.com Caitlin Irving | 0412 270 124 | caitlin@peachandpineapple.com

For NITV and SBS information or enquiries, please contact: Hannah Lambert | 0432 224 114 | hannah.lambert@sbs.com.au

[kiya4328nn]

Public Speaking Classes in Nambucca Heads

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[alfiejacksonsongwriter]

Alfie Jackson

Alfie is a multi-instrumentalist and producer who specialises in lyrics and top-lines. 

Working in  pop, folk, punk, dirty alternative, dance, indie rock - Alfie loves bending rules and melding genres. There will always be a unique lyric or two to remember.

Splitting his time between Austria and the UK, Alfie is regularly working hard to help develop exciting acts such as Skinny Living, Connie Talbot, Bloom Twins, Billy Lockett, Gemma Rogers, RIKA and many more.

During 2023 Alfie took big steps in the Austrian music industry. Multiple releases with top 10 Austrian artists have raised Alfie’s profile. More releases are scheduled for 2024 with stars such as Anna Sophie and Thorsteinn Einarsson. Multiple releases in Switzerland are also penned for 2024, having forged new working relationships with great acts such as Luca Hänni, Remo and Eliane.

Alfie has had several UK top 40 singles, over 200,000,000 streams and some big sync deals with with the likes Barns Courtney, Declan Donovan, Skinny Living, The Holloways, Connie Talbot and OSKA.

As the frontman of The Holloways, Alfie enjoyed the highs - several UK top 40s and a top 20 single, an appearance on Never Mind The Buzzcocks, playing The Other Stage at Glastonbury - which came in the same year the band had the 2nd most played song on Radio 1.

The lows tragically followed - a legal battle involving Pitbull and The Holloways' American label - TVT - saw the band frozen as an asset; then Nambucca (the bands' HQ and home) burnt down, with all of The Holloways equipment inside. No, it was not insured. Frozen and burned by luck,  Alfie never gave up and established himself as a writer and earned a publishing deal in 2017. 

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