The second thing that was expected, but still overwhelming are the Aboriginals, the outcasts of a tribe or a family, who wander the streets intoxicated or drink cheap box wine in the park in large groups. They're always drunk (or some kind of high anyways...or both) and very smelly making public transport a little bit more challenging. One time two intoxicated men came onto the bus covered in their own shit(literally), and the bus driver refused to leave unless they got off the bus, which got me half an hour late for work.
'The Waterfront' is a great area for recreation with big green lawns, a saltwater pool(you can't swim in the ocean because of crocodiles and jelly fish) and a man made beach. In addition to backpackers playing Frisbee and soccer, it is used for Sunday guitar sessions and outdoor movie screenings. The lawns and lagoon is surrounded by apartment buildings, boutiques, restaurants, cafes and the Darwin Convention Centre.
|The Mindil Beach Sunset Market|
The many markets in the Darwin area are fantastic. The Parap Market on Saturdays, the Mindil Beach Sunset Market on Thursday and Sunday nights and The Nightcliff Sunday Market, are all splendid for a variety of food, drink, knickknacks, henna tattoos and aboriginal art. The Mindil Beach Market also has entertainment, from guitarists and singers to theatre groups swallowing fire.
|The State Library and Parliament house|
Most of the reason why I was so eager to leave Darwin in the end was partly because my boss was evil, but also because it's a schizophrenic and nervous city trying to get rid of an odd ambivalence. It's desperately trying to find itself and develop an identity. Like the Aboriginals struggling to find a place in a society, Darwin is the outcast city of Australia.
|Nightcliff Beach Bridge|