Suddenly we’re in a real Zen garden

Suddenly we’re in a real Zen garden

We climb up the beach, past a couple of falling-apart grass shelters where the beach meets the scrub and follow a rough track through the bush. I’m not expecting much from this rough mountainous outback. I follow Tina up the track to its end. She is delighted by my...
This room is the pride of these people

This room is the pride of these people

We trudge barefoot through the rain and wash our muddy feet at the entrance. About thirty people, mainly women, are sitting on the floor, waiting. Bowls of food steam and cool on a long white cloth laid over woven floor mats. Pretty ornaments, pictures and flowers...