This
is the man who taught me everything I know about throwing a spear ... a
useful skill for a Glaswegian. He also led our sunrise tour of Uluru
which did NOT include climbing it - lovely man, Wongha and his partner,
Happy.
I added this comment:
I first leaned about throwing
a spear next to my grannie's house in Rockbank Street just off the
Gallowgate. I was seven. There were two groups of what might be called
alienated youth these days, advancing towards one another. Me and my wee
brother had somehow managed to get between the opposing sides. They
advanced towards each other. Sharp implements were drawn. At least one
spear was thrown. We scampered up a close. We did not tell my grannie
who would have skelpt ma ear for endangering my brother's life. I kid
you not. Bridgeton in the sixties. Spears.
True story.
