The heat is not at all my favorite thing, a fact to which those who know me even slightly can attest. However, when I had set my sights on seeing the 2012 total solar eclipse from nearly the only land location from which it would be visible, I also knew that going to Australia for a few days or a week would be foolish. Any destination that takes nearly twenty-four hours from portal to portal deserves at least three weeks or more.
So it was with relish that I planned our trip to Oz. One week in Western Australia at Neil’s request because the Margaret River Valley is known for . . . what else? Wine! A week in the Outback, so I could visit Uluru, the sacred red rock of the Aboriginal people. A third week at the Great Barrier Reef, scene of the total solar eclipse if we planned it right (and of course we did), and a five-day wrap-up in Sydney before heading back to Colorado.
From the air, we could see absolutely no sign of civilization.
Week Two began with a flight from Perth to Alice Springs, in the dead center of the Outback. Once we had been whisked away from the e civilization that was Perth and its surrounds, I began to see the complete desolation that is the landscape of the middle of this continent.
I used my iPhone to shoot photos out the airplane window. First completely abandoned red dirt, seen through a screen of puffy clouds.
The “folded over” mountains from our plane.
Then the “folded over mountains” as Neil called them, a sort of long ridge with vertical creases, such as one would make in a long loaf of bread.
The long and zigzagged road . . . the only one visible from the air.
At one point, halfway through my flight, I spotted a thin red line zigging one way and then zagging another, perhaps the only road for a thousand miles. Or perhaps not a road at all. If that’s not it, there IS no “it” through this section of Oz.
Finally we arrived at the Alice Springs airport, and after about 45 minutes at the Hertz counter and numerous errors kindly and frantically corrected by the only employee in the booth, the four of us lugged our bags and backpacks to a Toyota Land Cruiser Prado, a honking big 4WD vehicle suitable for our Outback explorations during this next week.
Our Toyota “Camel” for travel during Week Two
This was the first rental car for which we were given a 100 km. daily limit for our travel. We thought it a bit strange, but as they say in Australia, “No worries!” After all, we wouldn’t drive more than 700 kilometres in a week, would we?
To be continued . . .
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