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Australia is ending up here…

That some time now I have not taken the time to write, not for lack of time or internet connection, but just because i didn’t feel like it …
I will be brief to tell you these last weeks in Oz

Once arriving at Erlduda, I found again Frank and company. Together we went to the conquest of Uluru, the sacred aboriginal symbol transformed into a Australian symbol by numerous tourist brochures.
But for us, agnostics western people, the truth is really impressiveless than the photos as often, unfortunately. Uluru is just a large rock formation in red sandstone in the middle of the desert.
Nevertheless because of these parcularities, the different colors it can take, especially during sunset, it is classified as World Heritage UNESCO.

According to the Anangu Aboriginal Uluru (wikipedia reference)

The world was once a featureless place. None of the places we know existed until creator beings, in the forms of people, plants and animals, traveled widely across the land. Then, in a process of creation and destruction, they formed the landscape as we know it today. Anangu land is still inhabited by the spirits of dozens of these ancestral creator beings which are referred to as Tjukuritja or Waparitja.

There are a number of differing accounts given, by outsiders, of Aboriginal ancestral stories for the origins of Uluru and its many cracks and fissures.
“Uluru was built up during the creation period by two boys who played in the mud after rain. When they had finished their game they travelled south to Wiputa ..Fighting together, the two boys made their way to the table topped Mount Conner, on top of which their bodies are preserved as boulders.

Two other accounts:
The first tells of serpent beings who waged many wars around Uluru, scarring the rock. The second tells of two tribes of ancestral spirits who were invited to a feast, but were distracted by the beautiful Sleepy Lizard Women and did not show up. In response, the angry hosts sang evil into a mud sculpture that came to life as the dingo. There followed a great battle, which ended in the deaths of the leaders of both tribes. The earth itself rose up in grief at the bloodshed, becoming Uluru.
All around this rock, many sites are sacred and holders of memory and legend.
The ascent of Uluru is permitted, even if many warning don’t recomment it. Indeed, this site resence several deaths each year with glides and falls, and moreover Uluru being a sacred Aboriginal site, climbing to its summit is regarded as a desecration giving the evil eye. More curious than disrespectful, we did as many tourists … we climbed to the summit, and believe me … This view of the immensity of the desert, combines a strong wind is something impressive.

For the rest, we visited the National Park Warrtaka for a walk in the Kings Canyon. Two hikes were open to us, we chose riding on the crest of the canyon to appreciate the view from the top. The beginning of the hike starts with a terrible slope, nicknamed “the slop of the heart attack” because of its difficulty. Viewed from above the view is magnificent.

Next step: Alice Springs. This small bourcade in central Australia was a real magnet! Why you gonna ask?
There really is not much to do here, our idea was to leave from this central point and to cross the desert in 4×4 until Perth, about 1,000 km of track before reaching the first road paved. But here was, the, beginning an endless succession of unfortunate events which forced us to return each time to our dear Alice … puncture three times, engine heater, oil leak, rear axe broken… well that was to believe that the ascent of Mount Uluru brought us really bad luck!
Finally, we chose to take the coastal road, 3 days and 2 nights driving 4200km. The car was just running between 70 and 90km / h. A safari 4×4 and its hazards …. great but extremely expensive … too much for us!
I am now in Perth, waiting for my departure to Bangkok on April.

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