Standing amongst the shops and luxury hotels of the resort-like Darwin waterfront you imagine hearing the wail of sirens, the crashing of bombs, the distant voices reporting death and destruction in this very place, 19 February 1942, almost 70 years ago.
Then you’re brought dizzyingly back to contemporary Darwin, walking up through the CBD’s modern buildings hearing new ambient sounds, through little alleyways and to areas that juxtapose the old porcelanite English-style architecture with thirty and forty storey apartment blocks. From the roof of a car park you reflect, looking out on a panoramic view of the whole city. This is theatre for one, En Route, which is part of the Darwin Festival this week.
