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. |
Sunset watching from the Monument Hill in Alice Springs (which was the only thing to do there actually, especially when all the shops are already closed at 4 PM). Most of the people we saw in the streets were aboriginal people being drunk or buying alcohol or begging for money in front of the bottle shops. The taxi driver already warned us that it would not be too safe after sunset anymore.
Our Alice Motel was quite handy for our plans, as we had to get up early anyway because pick-up for our tour was scheduled at 6:45 AM the next morning. Except for the flying monster ants it was cute ;-)
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