“This is how we do it,” Aunty Nandy would tell me, teaching me to make island scones or cook enough rice and yam for a horde of hungry dancers.
It’s amazing, the confidence of these children to physically communicate with absolute strangers.
In the communities, you will hear people refer to themselves as black or white skinned. It’s generally not meant in a derogatory way, but simply as a straight-to-the-point way of speaking, common to the region.
In Queensland, it seems the further north you go, the slower things become. The people run on what we call ‘island time’.