The Great Outback Road Trip
 
                Salamander
                  
                  
Mon 14 Feb 2011 10:57
                  
                | One thing is certain, Australia is very, very big 
and the distances to cover are vast. The Australians like to discuss the weather 
as much as the English, then Queensland has just had, in our first week here, 
the biggest cyclone ever - Yasi - with wind speeds up to an incredible 300km/h, 
with the eye of the storm, at 70km across, bigger than the whole of the last 
cyclone to hit the area. Queensland was just recovering from massive floods with 
hundreds of thousands of poisonous snakes and humans all seeking out higher 
ground. After Yasi, one local, when asked what it was like, said it was 'a bit 
windy'. Malaria and Dengue fever are now also present in the area. On the other 
side of the country, massive bush fires, one started by an off-duty policeman 
using an angle grinder in his shed, have engulfed nearly 100 homes. Meanwhile, our image of the great outback is a red 
semi-desert, stretching for miles, with kangaroos bounding and emus grazing. 
After 11 years of drought, the week before we arrived, courtesy of cyclone Yasi, 
saw a years rainfall resulting in floods and some minor road damage. We had two 
nights of rain and the outback looked positively lush. Both of us were reminded 
of Botswana in the rainy season. Thankfully the maximum predicted temperature 
was 35C in the shade, which meant the walks were open. There are miles between supermarkets, no TV 
reception, no radio and no mobile phones (Unlike Morocco, where the phone worked 
in the Atlas mountains). Road signs count you down to each fuel station 
about 120km apart, there are frequent rest stop areas and you are encouraged by 
signs stating Fatigue is Fatal to drive for no more than two hours. With the 
roads stretching to infinity the eyes see it disappear into a shimmering haze, 
lulling you to sleep. Even with long stretches of straight road, it pays to be 
careful when overtaking a road-train truck - at up to 150 feet long it can take 
half a kilometer to get past. A flock of emus appear, strolling across the road; 
a dingo darts in front of the car, but the road sign which is the most accurate 
is the one warning of lizards crossing the road. You can 
be driving along, see what looks like a 3 foot vertical stick, then realize it 
has limbs and is actually a lizard sunbathing up on its tail.In the 
outback the lizards grow up to 6 feet long. Caroline's favourite is the thorny 
devil: a magnificent armour plated lizard.  Smaller reptiles include the beautiful dusky pink 
gecko.  The sands show every colour of orange, red and 
pink. Lakes appear red and the sky pink, not from the sun, but from reflections 
of the ground. Birds abound, with cockatoos, parrots and even pigeons looking 
like they have visited a hat stall with feathered quiffs, crowns and crests. At 
the petrol pump an enormous crow caws in Murrays ear, while pecking at a mouse. 
Wildlife is everywhere in the bush making driving at night a heartstopping 
adventure. Owls swoop off the road, clutching their roadkill treats, kangaroos 
bound across and a dingo darts to the other side. Even the supermarkets provide a treat or surprise. 
In the supermarket in the mining community of Coober Pedy, 850km from the 
nearest decent size town, with the staff wearing T-shirts proclaiming they serve 
the outback mining community, there is a top quality butcher in store, who wraps 
your meat in brown paper, like the old days. The supermarket at Ayers Rock had a 
novel use for cake tongs- removal of a very large poisonous millipede, while at 
Kings Canyon the supermarket had something strange-looking in the freezer. A 
closer look revealed a large quantity of kangaroo tails - apparently very good 
for making soup. Coober Pedy is in the central region of Australia 
and temperatures regularly reach 40-50C in the shade, so the early opal miners 
living there made their homes underground, so we stayed at the main backpackers 
in a cave room.   Driving over the sgtate border into Northern 
Territory was strange as the insects, foliage density and everything just 
changes, almost immediately. The NT has horrible flies, they 
absolutely plague you. Other tourists were sensibly wearing hats with nets 
- the cliche hat with dangling corks seemed like a good idea more than a corny 
joke. According to a local, due to unusual weather this year the numbers were 
far lower than normal - the cull of 6,000 camels a couple of years ago didn't 
help. Driving north from Adelaide also saw fuel 
prices increase from $1.23 to $1.77 in South Australia and on up to an 
incredible $2.06 in one palce in NT. Crossing back into SA, quarantine signs 
banned imports of plants, fruit and animals. The Olgas, in the same park as Ayers 
Rock, were fantastic and beautiful, with stunning colours changing as 
the sun set. A walk through the gorges produced lizard and several kangaroo 
sightings. We saved Ayers Rock (Uluru) for dawn the next day, getting up at 
04:30 to see the sunrise illuminate the rock, subtly changing the colours and 
giving the rock the appearance of glowing: definitely worthwhile. At least one 
person dies climbing the rock each year, and we've been up our share of rocks 
lately, so we didn't try it. Murray was tempted 
by the emu, camel and kangaroo platter for entree at dinner, but managed not to 
succumb.    Kings Canyon, home to the elusive quoll, provided a 
superb walk up the canyon side and around the rim - the pic below has a group of 
tourists handily placed to provide scale, but like the Olgas we did most of the 
walk without seeing another soul for most of the hike. The cabin we stayed in 
provided a new set of warnings- the kitchen had doors 'shut at all times' 
and the toilet block had gates to keep dingos out. Signs warned that a fed 
dingo is a dead dingo - it would see the camp as a food source and have to be 
shot. We loved Kings Canyon and the park swimming pool was great.  All round, a knackering, but well worthwhile side 
trip to the three great rock areas of central Australia. We really enjoyed the 
'Red Centre', but drove back south quickly past the area where the Brits tested 
a hydrogen bomb in the 50's, which is still radioactive and prohibited 
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