Anyway, it was shocking but funny, and the flight was incredibly breathtaking. I was staring out of the window all the time, because every five minutes the landscape beneath changed: rivers, lakes, salt lakes, the soil becoming increasingly reddish, clouds, wildfires, most of the time nothing but sometimes tiny lonely villages of about five huts. Finally "civilisation" came into sight: Alice Springs, a little town of 30000, literally in the middle of nowhere.
|This is ought to be a river in the rainy season. When|
there's enough water, the annual boat race takes place
here which is quite famous in Australia.