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The last flight of the day I land at Moorrongga Island. I used to fly here a lot and it's nice to fly over the small island in the ocean again. I land, get out and start preparing my paperwork for the return flight, whilst I wait for the passengers.

After a short while I hear a car approaching. I'm standing with my back to the dirt road that leads from the tiny village to the airstrip. As the car stops I hear excited voices: “Who's that pilot?”, “René?”, “Or a new pilot”, “Or René?”. When I hear this I turn around and they recognise me: “René!!!!”. They come out of the car and shake hands with me and say nice things. One of them is my mother (I have many mothers as you do in the Aboriginal kinship relations), some are little brothers, sisters, and a cousin. They say they have been worried about me and been thinking about me since I had been away.

I've served these people for 3,5 years whilst I was based at Milingimbi and I find it very encouraging to receive this small token of affirmation that is so rare in Yolgnu culture.

They want to take photo's with me and of course I make sure I get a copy of the photo's. What a great last flight of the week.

 

 

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