THE STORY OF US…. Part one:

I love a good story. I love hearing about how people met, where they grew up, how they came to be where they are today. Maybe I’m a little overly curious...I consider myself interested. So I thought I’d use this platform to do a little story telling…. our story…. the stories of some of the people we cater for....maybe your story...who knows?...

Let’s start with our story, Channa’s and mine (Ruby) how we met, our lives previously and the crazy journey we’ve been on to get where we are now. Then come with us as we discover what’s in store for the future. 

Channa and I met through mutual friends in Coolum Beach, on the Sunshine Coast. I was 19, studying childcare and living by the beach in Yaroomba. He was working out at sea on fishing boats and living just up the road with a bunch of crazy artists and fishermen. We were both partying pretty hard and on quite self destructive paths and knew that something had to change. On a camping trip down the south coast of NSW I took Channa to visit the commune, Tuntable Falls, just out of Nimbin, where I had spent my early childhood years. It is situated in a long valley that stretches from a lush rainforest encircling a towering waterfall at one end to open rolling farm land at the other. He fell in love with the place and decided then and there that this was the place he was looking for. We decided to move down there together as soon as possible. We came back to Coolum, packed our few belongings and moved down to a little wooden shack “The Star House” in Pixie’s valley. It had no bathroom or kitchen ( in fact no running water at all) and no electricity. Our rent was to keep the lantana from overtaking the place. We spent the next two years here learning about ourselves and each other, detoxing from our previous lives and rebuilding a new one together. I worked at the preschool on the commune and Channa went to marine college in Ballina and completed his skipper’s ticket. We built a little lean to kitchen off the side of the shack and ran a pipe for water down from a spring on the hillside to a tank. From this tiny kitchen we’d hand roll and fill hundreds of samosas to sell in the local store and in town. Once a month we’d cook up a big curry feast at the local store and the community would gather to eat, play music and tell stories.

Whenever we could we’d do trips to the coast in our  VW kombi and camp in the sand dunes, surfing and exploring and dreaming of adventures to come. 

 We loved our life in hills and were almost about to settle down there but the wider world was calling...In June 1995 we were married in a beautiful ceremony beside the creek, by my Dad, surrounded by the Tuntable Community. Our ceremony was a mixture of Sri Lankan and Christian traditions. I wore a sari as did my 12 bridesmaids, we walked into the ceremony space with our families to the beat of the tabla. We had written our own vows. Channa’s included the lighting of a big brass lamp together, feeding each other coconut rice and him presenting me with a necklace of his Mother’s. We also had a reading from the Bible and exchanged rings. After the ceremony we headed to the community hall for the reception. Channa and his mother had made rice packets of Sri Lankan curry, wrapped in banana leaf and newspaper as you would find in small roadside stalls all over Sri Lanka. Many of our friends brought delicious meals to share. Another friend made beautiful bouquets of local wild flowers to decorate the hall. We ate, sat around an enormous bon fire and danced the night away. It was the wedding of my dreams, made so special by the contributions of so many members of the community, our friends and family.  Just two weeks later, after packing up, selling and giving away pretty much everything we owned we hopped on a plane for Kuala Lumpur, bound for Indonesia and the next chapter of our life together.....