Showing posts with label Desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desert. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 August 2021

Uluru - Ayers Rock

Uluru - Ayers Rock 

Uluru, a large sandstone rock formation in the Northern Territory, (208 miles from Alice Springs, the nearest large town); is one of Australia's most recognisable natural landmarks, a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of its most important indigenous sites. In 1872, British surveyor William Gosse, was the first European to 'discover' the monolith – the largest rock of its kind in the world and named it Ayers Rock, after the former chief secretary of South Australia, Sir Henry Ayers. In 1993, a dual naming policy was adopted that allowed both the traditional Aboriginal name (Uluru) and the English name (Ayers Rock) – but here I will just use Uluru. 


When I landed at its airport, at 9am, it was only 7 degrees — and felt really cold, although it did warm up throughout the day to about 20 degrees. A complimentary bus took me to the Desert Gardens Hotel, where I was able to book the trips I wanted to do whilst staying in this remote place for a short time. At the centre of the resort, which consisted of a several hotels, a takeaway and a few shops; was the lookout - a hill surrounded by red sand, shrubs and wildlife. The view from here was magnificent. Ayres Rock is so red, just like the postcards, blood red, scarlet red. The colour just hits you, all of the time, not at sunrise and sunset — it is so red! This gigantic red monolith, surrounded by savannah, in the middle of nowhere, is such as incredible sight. After a walk around the resort and up the lookout, my shoes and clothes were covered in dust – red dust; no wonder this place is called the Red Centre. There were more flowers and plants than I had expected to see, but that was because there has been an unusual amount of rainfall in the previous year. Apparently, a few years ago Uluru became an island when all the surrounding land was flooded. I was warned that there were supposed to be lots of desert mice about; and told to keep everything zipped up all the time! 


I was picked up at 3pm for my first trip out, to Kata Tjuta (also called Mount Olga or The Olgas), 36 giant red rocky domes spread over an area of more than 12 miles. The name means “many heads” – referring to the many domes in this group. The glorious red Kata Tjuta and Uluru rise from the earth just 18 miles from each other, an area which is home to not just desert, but of springs, waterholes, rock caves and ancient paintings. Both Uluru and Kata Tjuta have great spiritual and cultural significance for the local Aṉangu people; traditional inhabitants of this area for more than 22,000 years; now they lead walking tours to inform visitors about the bush, food, local flora and fauna, and Aboriginal dreamtime stories of the area. 


We were taken to a lookout in the desert (for a photo stop) and then for a walk through a gorge; it was very hard going; trekking over boulders and uneven ground. When we finally got to the end, the gorge was completely in the shade and it was freezing cold, so we didn’t stay there long before heading back to the coach. Next, was the highlight - we went to a lay-by, in the middle of nowhere to watch the sunsetting behind “The Rock”. Uluru (whose name means “island mountain”), is the largest sandstone monolith in the world (with most of its bulk lying underground), and measures 1140 feet high and has a circumference of 6 miles. 


It is famous for appearing to change colour at different times of the day and year, most notably, when it glows red at dawn and sunset. Before long, thousands of people had congregated in this lay-by from every nation on earth. They all wanted to see the glorious sun set over Uluru - they were even standing on car roofs to get a good view. It was the most spectacular sight ever; the sunset was incredible. 



The giant monolith really does change colour, just like they say. It gets redder and redder and then it is gone. In seconds it went from orange to brilliant scarlet and then a dark shadow. 



It was the most awesome sight; you just can't take your eyes off it. Now darkness was upon us, thousands of tourists were trying to get out of this lay-by - it was absolute chaos! Back at the resort, I had a takeaway supper and an early night, it had been a very long day; but a once in a lifetime sight that I would never forget. 


Next morning, I got up at 6.30am and put lots of clothes on (as it was minus 2 degrees!) and headed off into the desert to see the sunrise. This area has a hot desert climate with an average rainfall of 11 inches per year; and an average temperature range of 38 °C in the summer to 4°C in the winter. It was quite a terrifying experience, being alone in the dark with just the sounds of the desert - luckily no wild dingoes wanted me for breakfast! 


I hurried all the way to the lookout without seeing a soul, but when I arrived, there were 8 people already there (with their hats and scarves on — complaining that they were freezing to death). 


The sky was royal blue and pink over the Olgas and where the sun was coming up it was pale blue, yellow and orange. There wasn't a cloud in the sky —just like the postcards again! The glorious sun poked its head up at 7.32am and was totally visible within seconds; but unfortunately, my photographs were blurred (I blame the cold and condensation!).


Next, I returned to the hotel for a hot coffee; before my next adventure - a helicopter flight to see the area from a completely different perspective. 


We flew at 3000 feet and what a glorious sight it was from up there — Uluru and the Olgas were just as impressive from above. We saw the resort and the complex where the staff live - mainly underground, to keep them cool in the summer when the temperature can reach 60 degrees. 


The walks around the National Park are closed to the public when the temperate reaches 37 degrees because of the risk to people's health. The helicopter ride was brilliant, the pilot was very informative, the views spectacular and I enjoyed the experience tremendously. What a fascinating place this Red Centre is, so much more than just seeing a Red Rock. 


It was only discovered by Europeans in the 1870s; and fifty years later, part of Uluṟu–Kata Tjuṯa National Park was declared an Aboriginal Reserve. The first tourists arrived in the Uluru area in 1936, with tour bus services starting in the 1950s, followed by the building of motels and an airstrip. On 26 October 1985, the Australian government returned ownership of Uluru to the local people, with one of the conditions being that the Aṉangu would lease it back to the National Parks and Wildlife agency for 99 years, and that it would be jointly managed. 


The Aṉangu request that visitors do not photograph certain sections of Uluru, for reasons related to ceremonies, rituals and traditional Dreaming beliefs. I hope you have enjoyed this short trip to the centre of Australia with me - it is such a fascinating place.

Thank you for taking time to follow my adventures,

Lynne


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Friday, 1 July 2016

Dubai

Dubai Stopover




I flew on to Dubai for three nights (although the first night was pretty much none existent – as I didn’t reach my hotel until 5.30am) and was collected at the airport as arranged – a very impressive service. After a few hours sleep, I wanted to make the most of my day, so I took a taxi and went to one of the shopping malls for a few hours; they are one of the things that Dubai is famous for. The Malls there are huge - I got lost just trying to get out of one! I kept going to where it said exit, only to find that they were “car park exits” and not exits where taxis were waiting! Back at the hotel, I enjoyed some more sunshine, around the pool. It was over forty degrees and you couldn’t sit out in it for very long; so I sat actually in the water reading my book for about an hour – now that was nice! What a relaxing way to read your book! At teatime I had a delightful meal (and not as expensive as I was expecting) in one of the hotel’s five restaurants before retiring to bed - ready for tomorrow’s early start.

Before leaving home, I had booked an Early Morning Balloon Flight and I had to ring to confirm it was still going ahead – which it was! I had booked a balloon flight on a previous holiday and knew they were so prone to be cancelled so I was trying not to get too excited. Anyway, I was collected from the hotel at 4am, and driven two hours to the “take off site”, which was way out in the desert. I had taken both my fleeces and my coat – I thought it would be cold high up in the sky; but the minibus driver told me that I wouldn’t need those extra clothes – he said it was going to be really warm up in the balloon’s basket.

When we arrived, I looked around for toilets, but it really was in the middle of the desert  - not even a bush in sight! There were twenty-three people waiting to get in the bigger balloon’s basket, as well as a couple in the smaller balloon - they had hired it privately. Our pilot was Peter, a Hungarian and a very commandant-like character. He told us to put a safety belt on around our waist, in case of an emergency, then he divided us into two groups, one lot had to get in the right hand side of the basket and the other to get in the left hand side.
Apparently the previous day, he had, had to cancel the flight when people were already in the basket – because the wind had suddenly had got up. Peter was ordering all of his ground crew to assist him in inflating the balloon, some were holding it down, two were operating the enormous fans and Peter was firing heat into the balloon himself. Suddenly, as the balloon started rising from the ground, he shouted that we must all get in the basket as quickly as possible. Everyone had to scramble over the sides of the balloon (there were only two foot holes to enable you to climb in), and I think I went in “head first” – what a jumble of people.


The basket was divided into five sections; the middle for Peter and the other sections had five or six people squeezed into them. Within about twenty seconds, everyone was in, the ropes were released and the basket was moving up and then down to the ground, and then up again!  At this moment I didn’t care if the flight was cancelled, it was too manic, too scary – I really didn’t like it at all. But then, everything went calm and we were airborne! Smoothly we glided up, higher and higher – and it was amazing.


The “take off” was forgotten and everyone was enjoying the view. The sun had just risen and as we rose to four thousand feet, the desert below looked incredible. We saw small farms that were growing grass to feed their camels, impalas running about, and miles of sand dunes with the occasional oasis. We were drifting very slowly, at about twelve kilometres per hour and could see the other balloon far off in the distance.

Peter kept in constant contact with their pilot and they compared notes regarding the altitude, the different wind speed and direction it was blowing. It was surprising that at just a thousand feet below us, the wind was blowing so much stronger and in a different direction. Every so often Peter turned the basket around one hundred and eighty degrees, so that we could all see all the way around, and at one time he told us all to look into the sun and smile. He had wound his camera out on a wire, and took a photograph of us all!



As he kept pulling on the cables to put more heat in the balloon it was so, so hot. It felt like it was singeing my hair and I thought that my coat was going to melt onto my skin. The heat was unbelievable – thank goodness I had left my fleeces in the minibus! After about forty-five minutes we saw the other balloon starting to descend, Peter spoke to the other pilot and the ground crew, and told us we would be probably landing at Al Fukar Lake - which was a dried up area, flat enough to land a jumbo jet on.
Apparently we had covered quite a distance today, about thirty-five kilometres in an “S” shape.  We had to practice what to do when we landed, put your arms around the person in front (except for me, I was the odd one out), put cameras away, and hold on to the ropes inside the basket with both hands firmly – and not let go AT ALL. We had to squat down with our backs to the direction we were facing – and keep calm. I was starting to feel – well, more than anxious! We had five more minutes to admire the scenery below, but some people started feeling ill and were told to be sick over the side!
Peter told us not to look at the ground as we were coming down, but it was hard not to look down because we were going over some fabulous sand dunes with palm trees. He told us that it was going to be a bumpy landing because the wind speed had now reached forty kilometres per hour (that would have been too fast to have taken off an hour previous). As we hit the ground, I was absolutely petrified. The basket bounced on the sand several times before it started sliding along for several hundred metres.
The basket had tipped up onto its side, sand was coming in everywhere and everyone was screaming. When it finally came to a halt, we were all stuck there on our backs, feet in the air, sand everywhere – but happy to be on “terra ferma”. What an experience! Peter told us to stay exactly where we were, he jumped out, and we thought that he was going to collapse the balloon and fold it up, but he didn’t! He got his camera out and took a photograph of us all in that very uncompromising position! We were in hysterics by now, and by the time he had finished; we literally fell out of the basket.

The ground crew arrived quite soon with drinks for us all, which were desperately needed. The balloon was folded up, the basket loaded onto a trailer and we were all put in four by four vehicles and taken back to where our minibus was parked. This part of the adventure was the worst bit; it was so bumpy that I think everyone felt sick by the end of it! As we drove back to the hotel the haze was really bad, it looked like there was a sand storm ahead of us. Apparently the haze is particles of sand clinging to water droplets in the air – it is not a fog at all.

I was so glad that I had booked to do this; it really had been a “Once in a lifetime experience”, especially over such amazing terrain. I don’t know if I would ever want to do it again though – the sand landing might not be so soft next time!

I arrived back at the hotel in time for breakfast, which felt more like lunch, after how long I had been up; and then I ordered a taxi to see the best sites of Dubai. Only having a limited amount of time here, it was the better option, rather than booking a full day’s excursion – and I told the taxi driver exactly what I wanted to see. It was Friday (a holiday), and unfortunately the Gold Souk was closed, but I passed the Heritage Village, stopped to take photographs of the Jumeirah Mosque, Burj Khalifa (Sails) hotel and then drove onto the Palm Island Resort. That was amazing; it is a residential area, with the Seven Star Atlantis Hotel at the end, overlooking the ocean. There was a monorail running from the Atlantis back into the city.


The coastline with its pristine beaches seemed to stretch for miles – I wish that I had booked another day here to spend some time by the beautiful ocean. As we drove back towards the city I marvelled at the buildings, they were so tall, so bright and reflective, so amazing – it was quite a sight.


I could never have walked around the city at all, it was far too hot - well over forty degrees - so I asked to be dropped off at the Emirates Shopping Mall. It was a huge air-conditioned complex full of well known shops, many eating-places and the incredible “snow dome”.



I sat in Costa Coffee watching people skiing, snowboarding and sledging – there was even a real snowstorm whilst I was watching. What an incredible sight, people dressed in winter clothes when it was unbearably hot outside; I was very happy to be in the air-conditioned mall.


After a few hours of retail therapy, I took a taxi back to the hotel where I had a last hour by the pool before getting packed again and ready for the journey home. I could highly recommend a stopover in Dubai, a fascinating place with so much to see and do – especially if you like the heat. It was the end of an incredible day and a fabulous holiday – but as always, I was ready for home!



Lynne


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Sunday, 22 November 2015

Camping the the Kakadu - NT Part 1

Camping in the Kakadu



I left home early Saturday 21st December, heading for a Christmas adventure in Australia. It was more of an adventure than a holiday as I had planned it all myself, I wasn't going on a guided tour this time. When I arrived at Darwin I caught the local bus to my hotel and was surprised how green and immaculately kept everywhere was; I was expecting burnt, dried grass, but it was the opposite! It was the most picturesque journey I have ever had from an airport! As there was an hour of daylight left, I didn't bother unpacking; I went out to get my bearings! My hotel was directly opposite the esplanade park overlooking the ocean - the views were wonderful! I found a supermarket and bought provisions for my camping trip tomorrow and as I headed back, I was caught in a torrential rainstorm. Once I got out of my wet clothes, I re-arranged my luggage, as I was only allowed to take my rucksack with me tomorrow. It took a great deal of organizing to get three days’ worth of snacks, water bottles, hat, first aid, swimming stuff, toiletries, camera, essential camping stuff and a few clothes packed in it! I couldn't wait to get to bed - it seemed forever since I had been to sleep.

Monday

I was picked up at 7am in a four-wheel drive vehicle for the "Kakadu Litchfield Safari". There were only 4 of us in the group, another English girl, two Japanese girls and Robbie our typical surfer Aussi guide. The Japanese girls had paid extra to upgrade to better tents, Robbie decided that it would be easier if we were all the same – so he upgraded me too! That meant we would have an electric light bulb in our tent, a fan and a mattress! I was happy that it was such a small group, we all got on really well from the word go, and it really was go! Robbie was very informative and reassured us that there were more deadly things in the sea than in the rain forest here. (In the sea, apart from the obvious sharks and crocodiles, there were cone fish and rockfish with a hypodermic poisonous needle, box jellyfish and Irraganji, a miniature jellyfish that was more deadly than its big brother). We followed the railway track out of Darwin, heading south and soon reached Litchfield National Park; it is only 1400 square kilometres, small compared with Kakadu (which is over 20,000), but what it lacks in size, it is supposed to make up in beauty! It is known as “the area of hills and lakes”, and the scenery began as a "tree savannah", although all the trees were burnt half way up their trunks.

The Aboriginal people carry out controlled burning, on a rotation system, to keep the undergrowth clear, so if the bush catches fire in a lightning strike - it wouldn't get out of control. A third of all Aboriginal people in Australia live at the Top End, mostly in Darwin and around Lichfield and Kakadu. As we approached Lichfield, we saw huge termite mounds, in different colours, dependant on the soil colour of that area, and surrounding theses were a variety of palm trees, pandanas, eucalyptus, and ferns. Where an area had recently been burnt, the new growth of grass was the brightest, purest shade of green - only a few days after it had been blackened. Against the black tree trunks, it was a beautiful scene and one that we saw for the whole of our trip. The cattle we passed were not the prettiest - they were pale and looked terribly thin. This breed had been brought in from India, as they were the only strain that could cope with the Tick that had killed every other variety of cows that had been introduced to this area. We were told that we wouldn't see any koalas or kangaroos here, but there would be plenty of wallabies and wallaroos; also there were almost 300 species of birds in this park, a third of all Australia's bird life. The "Wet" had come early this year and everything was looking especially vibrant and refreshed.

After stopping at Bachelor for a coffee we headed for our first adventure, a hike down to Florence Falls. This was absolutely amazing, walking through the jungle – aka a tropical rain forest. It was nothing like anyone imagines the Northern Territory to be like, the desert; but this was why I had decided to come in December, in the wet, to see it like this. The monsoon rains change the landscape for 3 or 4 months every year, to a beautiful expanse of wetland - full of plants, flowers, birds, animals and unbelievably sharks too! Can you believe that with the high river tides, sharks have been known to swim 40 kilometres inland!

What with the sharks and saltwater crocodiles, that have been known to travel 300 kilometres to Katherine, in floodwaters – it wasn’t safe to be near any water up here! But apparently, Florence Falls was a safe place to bathe. We had to walk for about half an hour in the blazing heat, passing several wallabies sheltering among the rocks. When we arrived, we were so pleased to be able to have a refreshing swim in the clear, dark water, which was quite cold, full of fish, and took some getting into.

It was very isolated and incredibly picturesque with its 2 cascading waterfalls surrounded by boulders and overhanging trees, making it shady and private. We followed Robbie, who took us behind one of the gushing waterfalls – that was hard going! I am not the strongest swimmer. We stayed by the falls for about an hour, before walking back through the beautiful tropical rain forest again, still in our bathers, over several creeks, through shaded gorges and eventually reaching our vehicle and a temperature of about 40 degrees!


Our next stop was at Buley Rock Hole – or Nature's Spa. This was a popular bathing spot for families and we saw more people there, than we saw for the rest of the day. There were a series of plunge pools carved out of the sandstone rocks and you could slide down (not too comfortably) from one to another until you reached the rainforest at the bottom.




These refreshing waters came from a freshwater spring, where it was possible to refill your water bottles - providing you did it upstream! It was really hot now and it was delightful to get back into the cold water again. 





After this, Robbie made us hot dogs for lunch, which we ate enroute - as we were booked on a boat trip on the Adelaide River. We made it with 10 minutes to spare, and guess how I spent those 10 minutes? 


With a Carpet Python around my neck! Robbie volunteered me! It was quite an experience and one that I didn't enjoy it that much! I could feel the snake getting tighter and heavier around my neck, and I was paranoid about where its head was going! I had hold of its tail, but when it disappeared over my shoulder and down my back - I had, had enough! After that excitement, we boarded the cruise boat and when we were all safely on it, a rope was put up to keep people on their respective sides of the boat. 



The captain did not want people moving from one side of the boat to the other, taking photos, in case it tipped over and we all ended up as dinner for the crocodiles. Within a few minutes of setting off, the crocs started emerging. The first one we saw up close was an albino nicknamed Michael Jackson. The crew, held meat over the side of the boat, and we photographed the crocs jumping out of the water for it. Even though they are so huge, they can jump up out of the water three quarters of their body length.



There were lots of crocs about that day and it was really eerie to see their green eyes looking up out of the water at you. The largest one called Hannibal was almost seven metres long - a real monster. Crocs have survived from before the ice age and are akin to dinosaurs; they have exceptional survival skills and can go 12 months without food. Half way through the cruise, we had a tremendous storm, thunder, lightning and monsoonal rain. The hills of Arnhem Land in the distance generate their own weather system; it is 5 degrees hotter up there and every afternoon, they create torrential storms.



As much as we all got soaked through, after the intense heat, it was very welcoming! As we drove to the campsite, at Bark Hut, we saw wallabies feeding alongside the road, kingfishers and parrots in the trees and the occasional dingo! When we had unloaded the truck and had all been allocated a tent, we prepared tea and went to have a shower whilst Robbie cooked it. Thai green curry, rice and stir fried vegetables - it was delicious! We all mucked in to get cleared up and then went to the campsite bar for a drink.


Robbie was telling us about cyclone Tracey that flattened Darwin 39 years ago tomorrow - on Christmas day, and I told him about the cyclone that I was in, in Townsville exactly 2 years before that one. Mega Cyclones are supposed to happen in 40 year cycles, so we decided that it would be a miracle if we got through this Christmas in one piece! When I went to the toilet, there were many Cane toads about, they are poisonous to any animal that tries to eat them and the locals kill them because they are such a threat to the wildlife.




Back in the upgraded tent, I switched the light on, but the tent had mesh sides, so with the light on, everyone could see everything I was doing, that wasn’t good! So I fumbled around in the dark. I was told that I would be sharing a tent, but I was given one for myself, I don't know if that was a good thing or not! I put the torch back on to check my bed for anything that shouldn't be there, tried to ignore the gecko above my head, and with my torch under my pillow I fell to sleep. What an exhausting day it had been.




Tuesday

I only slept until 3am, and once awake, I kept hearing all sorts of noises and there was no way I could get back to sleep. The worst thing I could possibly have done was get everything out ready for the morning - the morning dew soaked everything through and all my clothes were wet when I put them on! But it was not nearly as horrendous as the sight in the toilet block! Without exaggerating, there were millions and millions of dead termites. Their wings and bodies had clogged up every sink, and you just couldn't look down the toilet - it was the worst sight ever. I ended up washing my face and cleaning my teeth in the kitchen tent. 


After a quick breakfast, we packed the truck and headed off to Kakadu National Park. The park is 49 per cent owned by the local Aboriginal people who have lived here for over 50,000 years. We stopped at the entrance for a quick photograph and I spotted both white and black cockatoos in the nearby grass, happily eating fallen fruit.


The next stop was the Mamuka Wetlands, a huge expanse of water covered in water lilies and a haven for bird life. The flies there were awful, so I ended up putting a fly net over my head, I though everyone would laugh at me, but they all wanted one.


Next stop was at Cahill's crossing, a tidal river full of saltwater, man-eating crocodiles, and the boundary to Arnhem Land. We didn't see any crocs this morning, but Robbie told us such horrific tales about them, that we were never going near any water again.


In the wet season, the reason so much of this park is closed off, isn't because of flooding, its because the floodwaters have enabled the crocs to get into places that they wouldn't otherwise have got into, and are lying in wait for unsuspecting humans!


Next, armed with extra drinking water, we hiked through Ubirr to see ancient Aboriginal rock art that has survived for thousands of years. It was far more interesting than I expected, and once we had been told about the different styles of paintings, the images made far more sense.



One style was of animals showing their skeletons whilst a different style showed them filled in. You could actually see up to four different paintings superimposed over each other, like a blackboard that hasn't been wiped clean properly. The colours were so well preserved too; it was quite remarkable that these are the oldest paintings, done by the oldest known people in the world.


There were drawings of animals that are now extinct, such as the Tasmanian tiger and they told stories about the Namarrgarn sisters, the Mabuyu and Rainbow Serpent as well as expected behavior and laws. Many of them could be up to 30,000 years old, showing a culture that has stood the test of time. It will be such a shame if it cannot survive now when there is so much that can be done to help preserve it.

Then we clambered up a rocky lookout to view the Nardab Floodplain and the East Alligator River - it was astonishing. I could not believe what a lush green the tropical grassland below was, it was nothing like the green grass back home - it was so bright, nearly luminescence, swaying gently in the breeze. Every so often there were clumps of palm trees making an oasis; and you could see gigantic granite rocks that looked like they had been precisely positioned.
These vast wetlands really were an awesome sight! There were many birds of prey just hovering above us on the hot air currents and swooping down for their prey. But the vista from the top, looking along at the 300 metre high escarpment as far as you could see, really was quite breath taking, and to think that this was once coastal cliffs (now about 50 kilometres from the sea) and that they stretch 300 kilometres inland, all the way to Katherine. We tried some bush tucker, aren't I brave! A desert plum, a wild apple, a type of nut, and wait for it - a green ant that tasted of lime!


Once we had descended, we visited the Warradjan Aboriginal Cultural Centre, where it was interesting to see many of the characters and dreamtime legends that we had been told about earlier in the day, they made more sense now. We left Robbie outside getting lunch ready, but the inevitable happened and the heavens opened. The storm lasted quite a while but we were driving to our next campsite for most of it, and managed to unpack when it had stopped raining. We all went and had a beer before getting supper ready, at a lovely bar next to a swimming pool that I would have loved to gone in, but it was getting dark and the mosquitoes were about. As much as I put lots of repellant on, I was still worried that they would be going to make a meal of me! We had kangaroo and buffalo steaks for supper with fries, salad etc and it was so tasty. But it was a bit late for me to eat though, and I knew that I wouldn't sleep well!


Wednesday

It wasn't the excitement of Santa coming that woke me at 3am, it was being eaten alive by mosquitoes and hearing a pack of dingoes howling close by - scary!!! I couldn't just lay there, so I got up and was all ready and packed before 6am, teeth cleaned in the kitchen again. There was no way that I was going to face the dead termites again. I had learnt from the previous night, and kept all of my clothes in plastic bags, so at least they weren't damp. 





We left camp early and we drove out to see the Uranium mine, a massive hole that has been carved out of Kakadu's landscape by huge bulldozers. There was a brilliant view of the escarpment from the mine area though. 


Then we went to another cultural area called Nourlangie, which has been occupied by Aboriginal people for over 20,000 years. I loved this place even more than yesterday's; the rock art was wonderful and we saw more colourful flowers. There were wild orchids growing everywhere; red, blue, yellow and white flowers. We saw more wallabies hiding under the rocks, lizards and many birds; as well as millions of annoying flies again.

The rocky outcrops in the distance were so many shades of orange with black lines travelling down them - I couldn't take enough photos! This is where Namarrgon, lightning man, would watch for the first lightning storms. It was an amazing view all around, and so different from the day before.


As we climbed higher up the rocky outcrop, we came to a flat area that was surrounded by boulders, flowering bushes and trees; it could have been an area in a local park just without benches and rubbish bins. This area fascinated me, it felt very special and the view from every corner of it was just breathtaking!

It probably was where ceremonies and tribal gatherings used to take place. When we got back to the truck, the heat was quite unbearable, again, and we were happy to be in the air-conditioned vehicle animal spotting for a few hours.


We headed back towards Darwin and stopped at Butt Hut again, to use their kitchen to do our lunch, so that we didn't get flies in it! Robbie was very good, stopping whenever we saw anything that we wanted to photograph and we saw so many birds. I got a great photo of a Cockatoo eating a Kakadu plum, more black Cockatoos, kites, a blue falcon and several kingfishers that were too quick to photograph.

We stopped at some huge Cathedral termite mounds before the afternoon monsoonal rain was upon us again. We had to keep reminding ourselves that it was Christmas Day, and nowhere was open, only one cafe/bar on the main highway where locals there enjoying a drink; and we all ran through the torrential rain and treated ourselves to an ice cream.

We called in at a couple of places by the river looking for more crocs, but we didn't see anymore. We also saw some different termite mounds, these were black and always built north to south - they were known as Magnetic termite mounds! By now, I was feeling a bit worn out; whether it was all the mosquito bites affecting me or the fact that I had climbed in and out of that truck about a hundred times in the last few days, I don't know.

Our final place to visit was Fogg Dam; this area was a reserve that was full of more animals per square kilometre than anywhere else in the world. There are 800 water pythons and 100,000 rats in every square kilometre - not counting crocs etc! There was a sign saying you weren't allowed to get out of your vehicle - well with all of the things that could kill you, who would want to get out? 






The vastness of the water went on as far as the eye could see, and much of it was covered in pink and crimson water lilies. We saw the most colourful birds of our day here too, small finch-like birds in red, yellow and green, and the water-loving jabaroo. 








It wasn't far back to Darwin from here, only half an hour and I was first drop - everyone gave me a big hug and we swapped email addresses. 







I had, had a brilliant adventure and would consider doing it again "in the dry", to see how different it would be. I had an hour of daylight left and as it wasn't raining, so I went for a walk; I couldn't believe how quiet everywhere was, I had expected it to be livelier - especially as it was still Christmas Day. What a Christmas I had experienced, tomorrow I would be flying south to Alice Springs for some more wild encounters.

Watch this space!

Lynne