Winter. June. He went to Uluru, where the search result said "Night: 5°C." But the desert lied in the opposite direction. The day hit 20, pleasant enough. Then the sun dropped like a stone, and the temperature cratered to 2°C. He huddled in a sleeping bag, staring at stars so sharp they looked like cuts in the fabric of space. June was the month of mulled wine in the desert, of red dust freezing under a silver moon.
January was coming. And the great Australian crawl would begin all over again. australia temperature by month
Liam closed his phone. He had travelled 15,000 kilometres chasing a spreadsheet. And he had learned that Australia does not have a temperature by month. Winter
The old man in the Akubra hat called it "the great Australian crawl." Not the journey of a lizard across a red rock, but the slow, inevitable procession of the seasons from the Top End to the Bottom. The day hit 20, pleasant enough
He flew south in February. The data said Cairns: 31°C, heavy rain. But rain in the tropics wasn't the drizzle of Oslo. It was a curtain of water, so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. He watched a cane toad float past a pub’s beer garden. February was the month the sea turned into a bath and the cassowaries hid in the jungle, waiting for the sun to remember its job.