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Uluru

28 Monday Apr 2014

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This is the final installment of the great Australian outback adventure, the highlight of our trip. Not to take anything away from all the other magnificent places and landscapes that we’ve explored on this trip – and my photos don’t do it justice – but seeing Uluru was high on my list of places to visit. I’ve been living in Australia for eight years before the dream became a reality.

On February 16, Kelly and I were picked up from the motel just before 5AM. We had a very long day ahead of us and we needed sustenance so our first stop was at Mount Ebenezer Roadhouse to grab some coffee and maybe a few snacks and drinks. It’s not like we needed to buy any extra food, really. Emu Run Tours makes sure to pack lots of snacks. As soon as we stepped onto the bus at 5AM, they handed us a small breakfast pack with muesli, juice, and other snacks. And all along the trip, they would hand out lollies, fruits, and lamingtons. They also brought large jugs of cold water so we could refill our water bottles. As our guide, Ryan, told us the other day, hungry tourists are angry tourists.

This would be something one would eat after a big night. It's a hangover cure.

This would be something one would eat after a big night. It’s a hangover cure.

One of the ladies working at the roadhouse found four abandoned bunnies near the fuel pump. She took them inside and she let us (the tourists) take photos and pet them. They were so adorable!

Bunnies at the Mount Ebenezer Roadhouse.

Bunnies at the Mount Ebenezer Roadhouse.

All throughout the trip, our tour guides/coach drivers told us interesting tidbits about the changing landscape, including the plants, we were driving through. Richard told history and geology stories while Tic told dream time stories and introduced us to the native plant life in the area. At one point along the drive, Richard had asked if there were any geologists on the bus. Kelly and I kept quiet. For one, we didn’t want him to be self-conscious about doing his spiel, and more importantly, we didn’t want to get asked to explain the geology ourselves! He did mention that a few days earlier, there were two geologists on the tour with them. (Trin and Beck! Haha!)

Our next stop was at a look out point for Mount Conner, sometimes called Attila. It’s also been referred to as “Fool-eroo” because apparently, there were some hikers/campers/explorers who’d traveled from very far to see Uluru. They had been hiking for a very long time and so were so excited to behold a magnificent mound in the distance. They took photos then made their way back to Alice Springs – a few days’ worth of hiking. When they had the film developed, the photographic technician commented that they had taken beautiful photos of Mount Conner, not of Uluru!

One of many salt lakes in the area.
The fly net may not be fashionable but it’s a must! The flies can get really, really annoying.
Kelly and the salt lake. (I think it’s part of the Amadeus Salt Lake, closer to Curtin Spring.)

Mario with Mount Conner in the distance.
Red earth gets into everything.
The landscape is out of this world!

Just before noon, we stopped by Kata-Tjuta (Olgas). From afar, we thought that the Olgas was comprised of fine sandstone but on closer inspection, it was actually conglomerates. Sorry, geology nerd. #sorrynotsorry

There are dream time stories associated with this place as well but blogging about it won’t really capture the essence of the stories. What I’m saying is, you have to go there yourselves and be immersed in the area to really appreciate the stories and to behold the breath-taking landscape all at the same time. Do it now, put this tour on your bucket lists!

A sacred area.
Kata-Tjuta (Olgas).
It was a really hot day. Can you feel it from just looking at the photo?

Wild lavender at the foot of The Olgas
With my constant travel companion.
Another view of Kata-Tjuta.

We arrived at Uluru at high noon and stopped at the public access area to the Ayers Rock Resort. Here, we stretched our legs for a bit and went for a toilet break. We were also handed our packed sandwich lunches. There was a souvenir shop there but we didn’t bother entering.

Maybe next time I happen to visit Uluru, I'll stay here.

Maybe next time I happen to visit Uluru, I’ll stay here.

After the Olgas, we visited the Aboriginal Cultural Centre and did the 45-minute walk around the base of Uluru. The trail that we took was called the Mala Walk. Now, something happened at this time that I felt I could have handled better. While at the Cultural Centre, I wandered off somewhere (probably the toilet or something) and when I got back to the bus, I was one of the last ones to enter. I told Tic that I was looking for my friend, Kelly, and he said, she’s at the back of the bus. I didn’t check and I should have. We drove off and I wondered where she was. Maybe she needed a break from me and sat at the back of the bus. But it was when we got out of the bus at the foot of Uluru that I really started to worry. I couldn’t contact her and I told the guides that really, we left someone at the cultural centre! Tic drove back to look for Kelly and the rest of the tour group continued with the Mala Walk with Richard. (I don’t think they ever lost a tourist before and I could see the panic in Tic’s face when I said I wasn’t joking.) More than halfway through our walk, I spot our bus and I see Kelly walking towards our group. Thank God! Moral of the story, never believe the tour guide that “your friend’s at the back of the bus”.

Mario at the viewing platform.

Mario at the viewing platform.

The next series of photos were taken during the Mala Walk at the base of Uluru. Now, there are some areas that are considered more sacred than others so Richard would tell us when we needed to put our cameras away. There are some areas that we couldn’t take photos of.

You need to ask permission from the Aboriginal peoples before you are allowed to climb Uluru.
Along the Mala Walk.
An elephant, perhaps?

A section of Uluru up-close.
Richard showing us a nice bench made from the same wood that a boomerang would be made of.
We lost her and now she’s back with the tour group!

The next quick guided walk we did led us to the Mutitjulu Waterhole. Here, we heard more Aboriginal stories as told by our very funny (in a smart ass kind of way) guide, Tic.

Tic and the tour group.
A resting snake.
Mutitjulu Waterhole.

Just before sunset, we made our way to the viewing area. There were other tour buses but our spot was the closest to Uluru.

We get to see the sun go down in Uluru.

We get to see the sun go down in Uluru.

While Richard and Tic were busy preparing our sunset barbecue feast, we all had a chance to take photos and do short walks or check out the art works being peddled by the Aboriginal women at the car park.

Kelly and Uluru.
Giselle and Uluru.
Kelly’s jump shot.
Giselle’s jump shot.

Richard busy with the barbi.

Richard busy with the barbi.

We had a glass of bubbly with the nice salads, bread, and sausages. Even with a bus full of tourists, we were all able to go back for seconds! After we had our fill of food, we still had time to watch the sun completely set and relax for a bit before we started our 6-hour drive back to Uluru. Kelly and I were the last to be dropped off at our motel at 1AM.

This has got to be the longest day tour ever but it was so worth it. I highly recommend doing the Uluru tour with Emu Run Tours.

We had the best spot for the sunset viewing.

We had the best spot for the sunset viewing.

Ayers Rock.

Ayers Rock.

Uluru and a magnificent sunset sky.

Uluru and a magnificent sunset sky.

This experience is indeed one for the books. I have to thank Kelly for making this dream a reality. It was magical!

Achievement unlocked!

Achievement unlocked!

– Giselle

P.S. Darwin is the epilogue to this adventure. Wait for it!

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West Macdonnell Ranges

21 Monday Apr 2014

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On our third day in Alice Springs, Kelly, Trin, and I took a day tour of the West Macdonnell Ranges via Emu Run Tours. The day was a combination of nature walks, listening to local folklore, and looking at rocks – a geologist’s delight!

Our first stop was the grave site of John Flynn, considered the father of the Royal Flying Doctors Service. From there we visited Simpsons Gap, Standley Chasm, the Ochre Pits, and Ormiston Gorge. In the afternoon, we went to Glen Helen and lastly, to Ellery Creek Bighole. It was a relief to find out that there are no crocodiles in this part of Australia. Whew.

John Flynn's grave site.

John Flynn’s grave site.

Walking towards Simpsons Gap. This is a dry river bed. There hasn't been enough rain in the past decade for water to flow through it.

Walking towards Simpsons Gap. This is a dry river bed. There hasn’t been enough rain in the past decade for water to flow through it.

Spot the rock wallaby.

Spot the rock wallaby.

Simpsons Gap.

Simpsons Gap.

Girls at the Gap.

Girls at the Gap.

The next set of photos were taken at Standley Chasm. The chasm was named after Ida Standley, the first government-appointed teacher in Central Australia. She taught the white children as well as the Aboriginal children in the area.

We were warned.
Take a break from the walk.
Rocks everywhere!
Standley Chasm.

All food was included in our package tour and we had our morning tea at Standley Chasm. We got to know a little bit about our fellow tour members and our guide as well. There was a German girl and a French girl in our group. There was also an Italian guy. There were two other Australians in the tour as well. One of them, I had a chance to chat with when we were at the Ochre Pits. He was pleased to know I was of Filipino ethnicity and had talked to me in whatever Tagalog he could remember. He had visited the Philippines a few times either on outreach missions or to visit some Filipino friends.

Some geology for you.

Some geology for you.

Inside the Ochre Pits.

Inside the Ochre Pits.

That’s our tour guide, Ryan.
The Ochre Pits. These rocks were used as pigments in Aboriginal ceremonies.
Spot the geologist.

It was almost noon when we left the pits and we headed next to Ormiston Gorge. That’s where we stopped for lunch and rested a bit. The French girl and the Italian guy went for a quick swim while the rest of us were happy to just sit around and take photos.

Ormiston Gorge.
Too lazy to go for a swim, they just posed and I took photos.
No tripod needed if there are heaps of sturdy rocks around.

All these places that we went to form a part of what is called the Larapinta Trail. Hardcore hikers and campers can walk the entire trail and camp out along the way. I think it takes about 15 days to complete the entire trail. The Finke River flows along this area. The Aboriginal term for parts of this river is called “larapinta”. We learned from our guide, Ryan, that “larapinta” means bitter water. (Locals do attest to the water in the are as having a bitter taste).

Legend has it that a goddess was cradling her baby and as she looked down from the heavens, she dropped the baby to the earth. She came down to get back her baby but it was too late. The child didn’t survive the fall. Heartbroken, she laid down on the ground and cried. Her tears formed what is known as the Larapinta (Finke River). Bitter water.

The goddess that shed the tears which made the Larapinta River. Can you see her?

The goddess that shed the tears which made the Larapinta. Can you see her?

Our second to the last stop for the day was at Glen Helen Gorge. It was a chance to do our own little walks or maybe have a cold drink at the shop. It was nearly 3 in the afternoon and still pretty hot so we didn’t really walk very far from where our minibus was parked.

Did a 20-minute trek at Glen Helen Gorge.
Would you swim in this? It doesn’t look too appealing but further upstream, we could hear people splashing in the water, having a good time.
An old upright piano with…

…heaps of discarded boots on top.
This hovel is an old-style meat refrigeration house.
Inside the meat refrigeration house.

The last stop for the day – and last chance for a swim – was at Ellery Creek Gorge. When we got there, it was kinda crowded and the water didn’t look that appealing. But since it was very hot, we still went in the water. It did cool us down but I wasn’t game for submerging my head in it. No way. We got back to our motel (Alice Motor Inn) at around 6pm. No night out for us. We were tired! Plus, Kelly and I had to wake up early the following day for our Uluru day tour. At least Trin got to sleep in the next day.

Ellery Creek Gorge.

Final stop: Ellery Creek Gorge.

Next installment: Uluru/Kata Tjuta (Ayers Rock/Olgas) Day Tour

– Giselle

From Sydney to Alice to Darwin and back (Part 2)

20 Sunday Apr 2014

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And here’s the continuation of the great Australian outback adventure…

Shortly after we crossed the border, we umm…ran out of fuel. Yup, that happened. You gotta admit, it does make for a good story. Epic!

Where the f*ck are we? We were on Barkly Highway, that much we knew but where exactly?!

Where the f*ck are we? We were on Barkly Highway, that much we knew but where exactly?!

It wouldn’t have mattered that much where we were if we had enough fuel to get us to the next petrol station.

And miles to go before we would reach Barkly Homestead.

And miles to go before we would reach Barkly Homestead – around 70km, thereabouts.

Trin was at the wheel and she just had enough time to steer the caravan towards the side of the road before we completely ran out of fuel. There were no street lights and we were in the middle of nowhere.

And so we waited for kind souls to help us out.

And so we waited for kind souls to help us out. Serial killers and hoodlums need not stop!

Just as the last of the light faded, we flagged down a car going in the opposite direction. Father and son stopped but unfortunately, they couldn’t help us. They assured us that there would be trucks or other cars going up and down the highway who’d be willing to either give us a lift to the nearest petrol station or, if they had any, sell us some fuel just enough for us to reach the Barkly Homestead. To pass the time, we laid down in the middle of the road, looked at the stars, ate some food, and talked.

It wasn't all that bad. We had a marvelous view of the night sky without any light pollution.

It wasn’t all that bad. We had a marvelous view of the night sky without any light pollution. There were hardly any other vehicles going up and down the highway that we were able to lie down in the middle of the road.

After nearly two hours, finally, a car! We waved frantically in the middle of the road and moved to the side when it got closer. The vehicle stopped and there was an Aboriginal family crammed into a small white sedan. Obviously, they couldn’t give any of us a lift as there was no more space so we asked if they had any fuel they could spare. Unfortunately, they didn’t but the driver said that his friend, Neville, was in a ute and would be passing our way some time soon. Apparently, he had a drum or two of fuel which he would likely be able to spare. Before they drove off, the man advised us not to stand in the middle of the road. We asked him why? He said, “Neville’s brakes don’t work.” Okaaaay…

And so we waited and waited and waited some more. Then we heard it – Neville’s ute! Hurray! We were saved! He gave us fuel enough to take us to Barkly Homestead (we hoped!) and in exchange, we gave him and his family our spare 5-gallon drinking water and $50 for the fuel and some of Trin’s cigars. Before they drove off, he said that if we passed them on the highway, we should overtake them. That way, if we run out of fuel again, they’d be able to stop and help us out again. This time, I drove. And wouldn’t you know it, I did overtake Neville and his family and I managed to drive up to the service station fuel pump at Barkly Homestead just as the caravan drank up the very last drop of our fuel. Whew.

A word of advise to anyone wanting to do this leg of the trip: Fuel up as often as you can!

At the Homestead, we hooked up our caravan to power and were able to have a nice shower at the caravan park. I took charge of breakfast and the first driving shift. We were up by 6am ready for another day of driving.

Our new friend. He smelled the bacon I cooked for breakfast.

Our new friend. He smelled the ham (or was it bacon?) I cooked for breakfast.

There were hardly any other caravan that day.

There were hardly any other caravans that day.

Our first interesting stop that day was Devil’s Marbles. The Aboriginal people say this is a sacred female place.

First person to reach the top.
Look at the size of those boulders!
Balance.
Hello!

Tired from the climb. I think I’ll just sit here.
Boulders everywhere!
Who stacked these rocks?
Beck taking it all in.

We would have stayed there longer but we had to be on our way. We stopped at the Wauchope Hotel to stretch our legs and fuel up. Beck and I found some interesting rusty cars to photograph. Little did we know that inside the hotel, Kelly and Trin had been asked by a backpacker if he could hitch a ride with us to Alice Springs. The bar keep told Kelly and Trin that he seemed harmless enough and so we let him ride with us.

Rusty cars on a dusty road.

Rusty cars on a dusty road.

Now where would I get a tetanus shot if I cut myself?

Now where would I get a tetanus shot if I cut myself?

Finally, Stuart Highway. We're nearly there. :)

Finally, Stuart Highway. We’re nearly there. 🙂

Wycliffe Well, the UFO capital of Australia.

Wycliffe Well, the UFO capital of Australia.

(As an X-Files fan, I think I ought to stop at the town of Wycliffe Well next time! Ma, are you coming with me?)

What a wonderful sign. That means no speed limit!

What a wonderful sign. That means no speed limit!

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Rainbow in the distance! 🙂

We arrived in Alice Springs (February 13) late in the afternoon. We went to the town center to check out the Information Centre and this is also where we said farewell to our hitch-hiker and made our way to the nearest caravan park.

With Oliver, the hitch-hiker.

With Oliver, the hitch-hiker.

From Alice Springs it’s still a good 6.5-hour drive to Uluru. Could we have driven there ourselves? We wouldn’t have had enough time unless we stayed over night in Uluru but Beck had to fly back to Newcastle on the 15th. It would have been a shame for her to have come all this way and miss out on seeing Uluru. She had given up hope, actually, but I wasn’t having any of that. No way. We were going to get her to Uluru one way or the other! So over dinner, I was madly calling tour companies that would accommodate at least two persons the following day. It would have been nice if all four of us had gone together but since we had to return our little Britz caravan on the 14th, Kelly and I stayed behind and I booked Beck and Trin on the day trip to Uluru. The best thing about that last-minute organisation was that I stumbled on the best little tour company in Alice Springs. If you ever find yourself in Alice Springs, book your tours with Emu Run Tours. They are simply the best!

While Beck and Trin were enjoying Uluru on Valentine’s Day, Kelly and I were in Alice Springs cleaning out our little caravan before we dropped it off at the Britz garage. We had enough time in the afternoon to explore the town and have a little V-Day celebration…with a bowl of chips and two sodas.

Single ladies are never lonely on Valentine's Day so long as there are chips.

Who needs a date on Valentine’s Day when you’ve got chips?

We visited the Mbantua Art Gallery and Cultural Museum and had a lengthy conversation with the General Manager, Tim. He was so nice and accommodating.


Just before the sun started to set, Kelly and I went up to the Anzac Hill Lookout.

Another rainbow!

Another rainbow!

How much further up?

How much further up?

Anzac Hill Lookout.

Anzac Hill Lookout.

The town of Alice Springs below.

The town of Alice Springs below.

Next installment: West Macdonnell Ranges

– Giselle

From Sydney to Alice to Darwin and back (Part 1)

18 Friday Apr 2014

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Last February, I embarked on an epic adventure to the great Australian outback with three of my work friends. We hadn’t been called out in the field for a while and were getting a little bit bored just sitting around doing nothing. This was probably the quickest planned trip ever. (Well, not that I helped in the planning. This time I just turned up.)

What a road trip it was indeed. The girls left from Newcastle on the 5th of February and drove all the way to Brisbane and then to Cairns. I flew in the Cairns on the morning of the 11th and we started our journey to Alice Springs. We stopped at various towns to refuel, check local sites, and sleep. Once at Alice Springs, Trin and Beck did the Uluru tour on the 14th while Kelly and I did it on the 16th. Because of work, Beck had to fly out of Alice Springs to Sydney on the 15th. As for me, I had a flight back to Sydney on the 19th and so couldn’t continue on the road trip from Alice Springs to Darwin. Instead, I took a plane to Darwin and enjoyed a day and a half of touring by myself. Trin and Kelly eventually made it to Darwin on the 20th (I think) and stayed there until their flight back to Sydney on the 23rd.

Here’s our road trip in photos:

Catching up with the girls. This is the inside of our Britz caravan.

Catching up with the girls. This is the inside of our Britz caravan.

Their epic adventure started in Newcastle and ended in Darwin. My road trip leg started from Cairns and ended in Alice Springs. I took the plane from Alice Springs to Darwin and then from Darwin to Sydney.

Their epic adventure started in Newcastle and ended in Darwin. My road trip leg started from Cairns and ended in Alice Springs. I took the plane from Alice Springs to Darwin and then flew back to Sydney.

Our caravan.

Our caravan. This was just after the girls picked me up from Cairns Airport. We made a pit stop at a servo to fuel up and have something to eat.

Would have loved to stroll down to the wharf but it was raining in Cairns. :(

Would have loved to stroll down to the wharf but it was raining in Cairns. 😦

Mario sits shotgun while Beck and I wait for Trin and Kelly to buy us some crab burgers.

Mario sits shotgun while Beck and I wait for Trin and Kelly to buy us some crab burgers.

Entering the city of Townsville. Sorry, no Powerpuff Girls here.
Before it got dark, we parked our caravan at a roadside rest area (within the White Mountains National Park) and spent the night there.
In the morning, we passed through “The Friendly Heart” until finally…

Oops, I didn't even capture the sign we were pointing at. Here it is below...

Oops, I didn’t even capture the sign we were pointing at. Here it is…

Only 1,155 km to go!

Only 1,155 km to go!

And so we drove, hoping we wouldn't be caught in any brewing storm.

And so we drove, hoping we wouldn’t be caught in any storm.

Will you look at that! 130 speed limit. Woohoo!

Will you look at that! 130 speed limit. Woohoo!

1. Last town before we cross to the Northern Territory.  2. Look at that weird roo with horns!  3. Mario sits atop an ant hill. 4. Me and the Britz.

1. Last town before we cross to the Northern Territory.
2. Spot Mario on the weird roo with horns.
3. Mario sits atop an ant hill.
4. Me and the Britz.

We missed the boundary marker between Queensland and the Northern Territory.

We missed the boundary marker between Queensland and the Northern Territory.

Wide open road.

Wide open road.

Northern Territory!
Mandatory jump shot.
Mandatory selfie.

We made it to the Northern Territory, yay! But we still had a ways to go. Next time, I’ll tell you what happens after we cross the border. Hope you enjoyed some of the photos and I promise to continue this story soon!

– Giselle

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