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The adventures of Fe & Chris

Archive for November 9, 2007

Some new pictures…


Don’t we look handsome!


I realised today that Chris was starting to look rather like Steve Irwin (there was a poster of the man himself on the hostel kitchen wall) so I dragged him kicking and screaming (well whimpering slightly) to a barbers we had found out about via tourist info (”You just want a quick and easy cut?” the helpful tourist info lady guessed well!). The hairdresser was a walk-in and wait place situated within the Memorial Bowling Club of Alice Springs (The “Memo” to locals!) - somewhere I would never go - no appointments, and they don’t even sweep up the hair of the previous week’s customers - shocking. Anyway, they did a wonderful job, as you can see below:



He looks very dashing now, don’t you think?!

I am still managing to avoid a cut - hair bobbles are doing a fine job…

The Rock

Trusty old No Peace took us for a long drive to the big red rock in the middle of Australia - Ayers Rock, or Uluru.


The weather was a little inclement when we first arrived and the rock was a little fuzzy. Not discouraged, we bravely got up for a sunrise viewing, leaving our campsite and driving into the national park for 0555. It was a bit of an anticlimax - the sun didn’t appear and clouds filled the sky.

The advantaged of the camper van is that bed is never far away and we went straight back to bed. Now, you are not allowed to stay in the park or camp overnight, but there appears to be nothing to stop you from having a good kip if the main event puts up a lackluster performance.

A few hours and a very scenic breakfast later, the sun came out. We walked around the base of the rock marvelling at its magnificence. The geology is splendid, but rather disapointingly there is no geological interpretation available. The place has World Heritage status on natural and cultural grounds, but the only geological information available is a photocopied sheet of paper available from the Cultural Centre for 50 cents! There’s cultural interpretation everywhere you look, but as the traditional and scientific explanations for the creation of the rock differ, the science is sadly left in the shadows.

No Peace gave us no peace and off we carried on to the Olgas.


I’d never heard of this small collection of hills before, but I think they are every bit as impressive as Uluru. You get a much more exciting walk too - Uluru is pretty, but the Olgas provide more of an experience.


Desert my A#$*!

This is us in the desert:



As you can see, it got a little wet (as did the inside of the van - thank goodness we had thermarests as back up for the soggy mattress). This was on our way to King’s Canyon - a 300km detour from the Big Rock. Before we got to canyon we had to stop off for fuel and were lucky enough to spot a sign telling us the road to the canyon was closed for the time being due to floods. As we settled into our free layby for the evening, a group of forlorn looking Germans pushed their car into the layby to join us - they had braved 40 cm of water in their vehicle and it wasn’t doing too well.

The next morning we woke up to see yet another car being pushed into the layby - fast becoming a car graveyard - these people wanted us to try and jump start their car, but it didn’t work - they had also attempted to drive through too much water.

With some more recent local knowledge we decided to risk the journey which went just fine. We climbed up to the canyon rim and managed a glimpse of the magnificent vista just as the rain started pouring and a thunderstorm surrounded us. We hastily retreated before the road became flooded again and were just in time as the ranger was closing the road as we left.

Strangely onour way back down the road, we saw one of the dead cars being towed towards the canyon, rather than civilisation - not sure why!

Here’s our one piccy of the Canyon anyway, think it was worth the wet hike to the top of the rim…?!kc_1.JPG


Why is everyone staring at us?

We observed that whenever we drove into a populated car park people stared at us. It dawned on us that it might be because our van looked like this


Our camper van is from a company called Wicked which paint all their vans with silly stuff and cartoons. Our van has the Lord’s Prayer on one side, the Ten Commandments on the other and “A dead athiest is someone that is all dressed up with nowhere to go” on the rear. Its name is “No Peace”.


This all seemed to tickle quite a few people; several times we found people sneaking up to photograph our trusty home. Fortunately they mostly did it whilst we were out (at least I think they did).

We saw another Wicked van with “Is there another word for synonym?” on its tail. We rather liked that.