You might think that in the heart of Arnhem Land, where anger about colonisation fomented the Aboriginal land rights movement, the public mood towards a visiting British royal would be considerably cooler than the blistering tropical heat, but you’d be wrong.
Seated in a shady patch out of the midday sun, Eunice Djerkknu Marika couldn’t wait to catch a glimpse of the Prince of Wales, her defiantly independent Yolngu people’s likely future king.
“He’s so clever; he’s so beautiful; he’s so awesome,” she gushed. “This is something different, something good for all black people. He’s like a king, we worship him.”