Sadly, we didn’t get to see Dinky…
OK, where we camped for our seconds night wasn’t really called ‘Dead Camel Camp’, but there were a lot of camel skulls and jaw bones about.
It wasn’t really wild camping either. We had facilities…
…and a really nice spot to sleep.
Although I could have done with out the national anthem singing…
Another day, another walk. Still in the Uluru National Park, in the Valley of the Winds.
We started walking at 7.30 in the morning, but it soon became very hot Sue’s rear included for scale :-)…).
As it was Spring, there were a few flowers…
…and the odd birdie.
If I’m honest, the walk was a bit too strenuous for me, as I sarted to suffer from heat stroke, and only finished through will power, and Adam’s encouragement.
I’m glad I did it through. To be amongst such beauty is awe inspiring.
The landscape is quite incredibly old and weathered.
Having spend millennia under the hot sun.
[I realise that a lot of pics are over exposed, but our cameras just couldn’t cope with the amazing light]
As you may have gathered…
I’m not a morning person…
…but sometimes it’s the only way…
…to see something amazing.
After our exciting day, we had something to eat…
…then went to sleep.
Imagine our excitement when we saw our first glimpse of Uluru.
I was almost scared about vistitng Uluru. What if it was a let down? Well it wasn’t, being there was one of the most fantastic things I have ever done – a peak experience.
Sue isn’t dancing, she’s trying to kill one of the thousands of flies. We understood why classic Australian hats had corks dangling from them!
Five go to Uluru!
Yeah – we were VERY happy.
Here are the Hunts in desert garb. Don’t they look like ‘Dora the Explorer’? Harry and Sue are on tiptoes because they’re both trying to be the tallest.
On our loooong drive up to Uluru we had plenty of loo breaks (hurrah!) – one of them was at a camel farm. There are lots of wild camels in Australia. They were introduced to carry loads into the Outback. Once replaced by cars and lorries etc., their Afghan drivers set them free. Camels are now exported back to the Middle East.
At the farm there was a chance to have a camel ride.
In the same way young Australians are exported to run bars in England, the Outback is full of young people from all over the world. This camel wrangler was from Sheffield.
Here is Harry post camel ride, wondering if he’ll ever have a family.
Virginia dearest – we had a good look but this was the only interesting post box we found in Australia(at the Alice Springs Telegraph Station).