A REVIEW OF ABORIGINAL AUSTRALIA

We scramble around on the mangrove forest, where Ganyin breaks off a root and digs his finger Within the comfortable maroon wood. He pulls out a thick white worm a couple of foot extended. He holds it up and squeezes it, plus a muddy brown paste is ejected from the bottom. He palms the worm to me. “Try to eat it,” he states, eyes alight. I do.