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4th June to 10th June
Cairns A Uluru
If you read the delivery of last week, you will know that we finally finish stumbling along the east coast of Australia. The next on our agenda was to travel directly to the center of the Australian continent to Uluru. For those who have not heard of Uluru (more commonly known as yesterday’s’ rock), it is essentially a great red rock in the middle of the desert. It is an extremely spiritual place for local indigenous peoples and a world -famous tourist attraction. So this week it will mainly drive 2,800 km through a full vacuum load. It is not the most exciting week for readers or for us, but it is something that must be done in Australia. The most sensible approach would have been flying from Cairns to Uluru, but we hope to move throughout Australia in our little motorhome. This trip was destined to start on Monday, but, thanks to a little alcohol, it was really not in any state to drive four hours. I tried to get up at 6:30 am but my head hurt. Finally I appeared around noon and spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for myself. Fortunately, Tom and Ireen were so kind that they let us stay another night.
Day 1
Review. I woke up early feeling much better. Good job, since we had to pack the truck and fill our three water containers before 7:30 am after stopping for gasoline, checking the truck and pumping the tires, we were on our cheerful path! The first stop of the day was in the famous cataracts of Millaa Millaa. We did not feel like swimming in the murky (and quite smelly) water, so unfortunately nobody we see me pass by Peter Andre. Yes, this waterfall is where the classic ‘Mysterious Girl’ was filmed, as well as the famous Herbal Essences hair movie. We had once forgotten to close the side door of the truck and all our belongings were on display. Fortunately nothing was stolen!
Back along the way, we start driving in the Savannah form, which links Cairns with Broome in Western Australia. It is only sealed to Normanton, in the Gulf of Carpetaria, which was where we would turn left. The instructions to Uluru were quite simple with only four main turning points; On the left in Normanton, on the right in Cloncurry, on the left in Roadhouse in three ways and then right in Erldunda Roadhouse. The conditions of the road were not so bad during the first hour or so until, suddenly, the road narrowed a single asphalt track with a land runoff on both sides. This was still a two -way path. The only thing I didn’t want to happen was to know a road train; A truck with three sometimes four trailers. Emma had read a brochure about what to do on these paths when you see one rushing towards you. Essentially, it is the road truck to the possible humanity, stop and hold your breath. It is quite afraid when a truck with four trailers reaches centimeters from its truck and does not decrease a bit.
Our first stop was in a free camp (Cumberland chimney) next to a small deposit a few kilometers from a small town called Georgetown. This region was built on the gold mines and it was the mines that were also responsible for its fall. There were so many cities around this area, larger than Georgetown, which have simply disappeared. The highlight of today was, strangely, the ride at night. It is almost winter, which means that you can see the core of the Milky Way and, without light pollution, the night sky was so clear that I had never seen before! It also means that the cold is being frozen during the night. Cue sleeps in shorts, socks, jogging funds, a shirt and a hooded sweatshirt.
Day 2
Our second day in the outback and handle again for about five hours. We were destined to take turns to drive, but it was in the area, which meant that it was easier for me only the progress. He may think that a five -hour trip is not so bad, but when the road is a straight arrow, with nothing to do with dead kangaroos, the mounds of termites and the eagles everywhere, it becomes a bit exhausting.
We finish the sealed section of the Savannah road today arriving in Normanton simply to rest and a fuel stop. This is really in the middle of nowhere, since the main attraction of the city is a real -size replica of the largest registered crocodile in the world. Enormous!
When he lives on the way, it is easier not to plan in advance, since you never know what will happen. It is a strange feeling not to know where you will sleep that night. We decided to continue driving south to Cloncurry to a rest area called Bang Bang. I felt so relaxed today and we ended up sitting out of the truck by absolutely ages. It is the first time in a time that has not bothered us insects after nightfall! The only thing that has to endure during the day is the innumerable flies trying to get into the ears, nose and mouth. It is not the most glamorous lifestyle and I have not yet discussed the showers.
Day 3
It was Emma’s turn today through sterile outback. I don’t have much to say that our most notable stop of the day was in Burke & Mills Roadhouse; The only service station for miles and miles. The roads are essentially glorified service stations that provide everything they might need for an enormously inflated price. The biggest city that comes out here is Mount Isa. We stopped again for fuel and to try to find a public shower. That was not so good, so we had to settle for baby wipes. I’m not really making glamorous sound, right?
Emma also recorded her first death on the road today, a small helpless bird, almost followed by a huge wedge tail! That would have taken a little cleaning! Tonight, we stayed in a camp called World War II Historic Site on Wikicamps (a free camp application) that I thought it was a bit strange. I read the sign that described the historical event that happened here as the sealing of the Earth Road to transport supplies. Sometimes I miss Europe and it is real history. I do not say that there is no important aboriginal story here, which is really interesting, it is only that white Australians could be trying too much.
Day 4
After another cold night, we were ready to probably address our longest trip so far. The first section was 200 km of nothing just to reach a service station. Shortly after filling us, we stopped again at the border to the territory of the north; Our third Australian state. We had to get some photos with the sign and the most empty landscape I have seen. From what I could see, absolutely nothing. At least before, you can look at trees or mounds of termites.[easy-image-collage id=2159]Finally we arrive at the ‘prominent’ of the day; A cross. The Stuart highway. From here you can turn left and drive south to Alice Springs (and in Adelaide) or the right and north to Darwin. In fact, we celebrate to reach this point and to the maximum.
Not long after this transcendental achievement, and after shaking our brain with a corrugated road without sealing, we arrived at our camp at night. We stayed at the Diablo Guijarros, which was basically a collection of small red rocks. The marbles of the demon of the poor man where we plan to stay on our return trip.
Day 5
We probably celebrated a bit too early yesterday. While overcoming the ‘cross’ was a slight achievement, we still had a long way to go and today it turned out to be my least favorite. A small free camp after Alice Springs was our planned destination, but we didn’t realize how much this impulse would take us out. The standard so far has been twice a day, but having to fill again hurt a little. Especially when gasoline is so expensive here. We had a minor scare, since it turned out that we were leading a wind against the whole day, which meant that we used too much gasoline too fast. Normally we would get around 350/400 km of a complete tank, although we always filled each time we saw a service station. Well, things were not going well today. We decided not to fill it, since we still had approximately half a tank and it was only 90 km from the next service station. I don’t know how we did it. The needle must have had some kind of problem, since it was still lower every time he looked. Somehow we crawl into the next house with the needle empty. While it was a gift from heaven that we lost that service station in Barrow Creek. We later knew that it was in that area where a British couple in their motorhome was pointed out and attacked. Peter Falconi died Whist, his girlfriend managed to escape. They were heading to the Marbles of the Diablo, where we intended to stay on our way back. We only discover this after staying in these places, but shows how dangerous it is here.
We don’t stay for a long time in Alice Springs. There was a great aboriginal presence with most, from very young to very old, all in the streets. Many of them were drinking. If I’m honest, he didn’t feel too safe. We had a quick trip to Woolies, we pocketed a cooked chicken reduced to $ 1.80 and obtained the F. our night spent watching the sunset followed by Netflix and Chicken and filling sandwiches.
Day 6 – The last day
From Alice Springs, Uluru is still an exhausting car of five hours. Nothing to see apart from a huge rectangular mountain that Emma thought it was Uluru at the beginning. I would like it to be. We are still a few hours. It was absolutely full of young and old travelers. The only way to finish this week was to see the sunset in Uluru. It was not a great sunset by any stretch of the imagination, but it really was beautiful. I also discovered the upper cover (roof roof) of the truck that I will take full advantage from now on.
Next week, we will spend a few more days in Uluru and Olgas (wait until you see this!) Before returning to the road to Darwin. If any of the previous weeks have been lost, click here Put up!
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