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Last day in the heart of Australia to Alice Springs Trail

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this entry to complete the narrative of the journey. The visit to Alice Springs had nothing special. It is a rather large town in the middle of nowhere, next to a dry riverbed that according to the story when the visit of the Queen of Australia (yes, you Queen Australia) had flooded the entire population. Has a significant aboriginal population, but these Indians have nothing to do with whom I imagined during the trip. There are problems with drugs, crime and alcoholism, and the town does not offer much more than a few shops and shows for tourists. I visited a collection of reptiles and I had the opportunity to touch lizards and snakes, just let me play the kids who were watching the same function. I also spent a geocache treasure hunting and did some mapping site. Then I left the car at the airport and returned to Sydney.

The journey itself, I know now, is to live up to my first inter-rail, when I discovered many things to offer the world when traveling alone. This trip I just finished, by the fact of traveling alone has allowed me to appreciate the silence of the desert, and above all made me think about ... I do not know, just think, think about things that have nothing to do with the job. Now, back to the bustle of life. This blog and photos from the Flickr page on the Internet will, hopefully, to help me to remember these days, and I hope to encourage others to travel alone and see, hear, touch, sniff new things.

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This is the last full day on this trip, tomorrow I return to the sounds of Sydney. The plan is to go Namatjira Drive, the road to Alice Springs, stopping at all the attractions you can. With what I get up early and breakfast at the hotel / hostel / camping. I find that in the "shop" can be ordered from the hotel Takeaway sandwiches, and even to carry and put meat on the barbecue. With what I ask for a sandwich, and then dedicate myself to making calls to find accommodation for the night. This is the only day I had booked a room not knowing what area to spend the night. Call a couple of places that look good, but all are full. At the end find a campsite on the outskirts of Alice Springs with shared room twenty Australian dollars. Dirt cheap, it gives me a bad feeling, but I do not want to make more calls and decide to make a reservation.

After filling the tank of the car just enough to get to Alice Springs, that gasoline is so expensive in this part remote, I pay the accommodation of these nights past. To my surprise and disgust the locals want to pay the entire room, or two beds, a total of $ 60 per night. I insist that the phone had assured me that the price was $ 30, but they have nothing in writing, and had not given me any written confirmation. These people are a demon. The place was half empty and not lose money with my stay. Moreover, if I know that the price is $ 60 per night I would have thought twice. At the end let me pay 30 per night, and go the hell out of here. The room was the worst of the whole trip, and then I read reviews of this place, Glen Helen, saying that the price is expensive for the service they give. I say this. Will not see me here anymore.

you travel. Are before 10, the sun is not, and still the soft light of morning. The road is completely empty, and at my side lies the valley with its trees in the stream. This valley is a special valley. Apart from the rivers run dry, the rivers are cutting the mountains. The valley runs east to west, but rivers run north to south. That is, the "valley" has not been created by rivers but by some orogenic movements of ancient times. Maybe what happened is that the mountains rose so slowly that the river did not change their course, and simply creating mountains eroded gorges through which they pass. Each of these gorges water accumulates, possibly because the bedrock let there be no groundwater, and becomes an oasis where all animals. For this reason all the throats of the place are very special places for Aboriginal people, and some of them are sacred. Later, in Sydney, I learned that these throats were a source of serious conflicts between indigenous and western settlers because the settlers were determined to turn the area into pasture for cattle. In times of drought, the cows went to the oasis, turning to mud and thirsty killing other animals. The cows at the end ended dying of thirst as well as the water had turned into mud, and the Aborigines had to kill cows of the settlers because it was not anything else to eat. Add to this the settlers and cattle were determined to go to sacred sites without permission, and the trouble is.

But this morning all is peace and tranquility. Stop the car and walk through the trees, enjoying the silence of the morning.

The day passes slowly and takes me to some of these gorges, where I discover something of the wildlife from a few tourists or find out what's around, apart from the odd wallaby. The place I liked was "Standley Chasm" a place where one of the rivers has created a very narrow throat and vertical walls soaring. I arrived shortly after noon when the sun's rays reach the bottom of the throat. Following the upstream course I see more and more gorges, less spectacular but overall wonderful. I think this has been done by rivers most of his time have been dry, and I realize that time must have elapsed to reach this state.

The other place I wanted to see was "Simpsons Gap, Alice Springs and about, but he wanted to see the sunset, when the wallabies come to drink. With what I do for a walk in the semi-desert area, and reading posters walk Cassie Hill learn of the vegetation of the area and their uses by the natives. For example, the roots of certain trees are places frequented by edible caterpillars, and leaves of other trees are used for medicines and teas.

the end I get to "Simpsons Gap" at the desired time. Tourists have been replaced by wallabies that make your dinner with the dry grass of the place. Discover a wallaby with two heads, adult and baby peeking out from the stomach pouch. Total Australian experience.

arrival at the campsite late at night and discover that this camp is wonderful. The room has four beds, all empty, with refrigerator, bathroom and television. And all this for $ 20! So glad to end the holiday.

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comes a new day on this trip so fascinating, what in store for me today? I start the day with sunrise, from the viewpoint of Namatjira, the same as the sunset yesterday. This time the place is deserted, and the valley is shown in front, surrounded by low mountains. The ceiling, without a single cloud is dominated by a quarter moon. Gradually, the colors of the sky change from blue to pink, and the sun makes its formal appearance. From this viewpoint you can clearly see how the golden rays sun's light, first the top of the mountain, then the rest, followed by the tips of the trees in the valley, and finally the entire valley. The day was officially declared open.

I return to the hostel, where I took the first trip hotel breakfast. So far I had prepared me for breakfast, but in recent days I could not buy any food, and no shops in the area. I order a full breakfast with eggs, bacon, tomato and other stuff. With this and the leftovers of what I bought at Yulara, at the beginning of this journey, I have to spend the day.

The master plan for the day will travel the route "Pound walk", in Ormiston Gorge, the guide says tourism is the best in the area. That brings me to the throat Ormiston sooner rather, to walk before the sun too hot.

The path takes me around the bed of a dry river, a river where there is water instead of eucalyptus. They are the "red eucalyptus river," my liberal translation of "red river gums," and only look at the beds of rivers in the area where the roots drink groundwater. They are majestic trees, twisted arms and reddish bark.

Leaving the river starts climbing the hill on the left, through semi-desert vegetation, and under a sun that warms up. The windy day is presented, and as they ascend the wind becomes the protagonist. As they approached the summit the wind begins to subside, and at the top the wind turns into a nice breeze. The summit is crowned by a ghost eucalyptus, my free translation of "ghost gum." The eucalyptus has a white crust as if it had been whitewashed, and they say (or says the guidebook) at night the trunk reflects the moonlight like a ghost. In front there is a small valley surrounded by hills, with a dry river running through it like a giant tree snake in a place devoid of vegetation. The valley is going to go. Walking downhill

took a little detour to find a geocache treasure. Chance makes just ten yards from the treasury has a couple of kids playing guitar and singing. May be looking for inspiration, bringing the guitar up the hill in the desert, do not know, but it seems surreal to me to be looking for a treasure in a remote area with background music. And just when I find what I want, the music stops. Is it a mirage, or maybe I'm in a movie? Young people go, guitar in tow, and I leave the place to enjoy it without music or distractions.

The road continues downhill until you reach the valley of the tree snake. The hour of noon and the sun squeezes. The lack of vegetation makes rocks that reflect the sun's heat, and now that there is no breeze, the place looks like an oven. Now I understand why they recommend doing this early morning walk. No shadows, no animals, no breeze, no noise. Just a rocky terrain with just a few trees in the riverbed, and the sun overhead. The only movement you see is the lizard that, after observing my walk from a rock in the road, hurried away and hides under another rock.

The road leads me back to the dry riverbed, which now cuts through the hills forming the Ormiston Gorge. Eucalyptus twisted ghost clinging to rock walls, with its lime trees standing in the ocher rocks. Finally no shadows where you can relax, and soon the river begins to show ponds of water where I discover my first marsupial of this trip, a wallaby, a kangaroo species that placidly chewing grass and scratching his belly on the edge of the pond.

with water and wallabies tourists come with their picnic and their voices, breaking the magic of the place and taking me to another reality. I return to the parking lot, where just the leftovers of bread and jam which I serve as food today.

The next destination is the Redbank Gorge, another oasis in this zone. Is a less known to tourists, and its attraction is the pond in the oasis, which must be traversed in mat to get to the upper area of \u200b\u200bthe throat. It seems to me a wonderful adventure, and there I go. But I discover that the pillowcase have to carry you and the water is too cold to try to swim across the pond. Plans change and I turn to the viewpoint near where the majestic valley shown with a red eucalyptus broad river that makes the place look like an orchard of fruit rather than a dry riverbed. And accompanied, as always, solitude and silence.

Back to the hostel / motel / camping / gas station food stuffs me to dinner, that eating bread with jam after walking both very hungry. The restaurant shows Aboriginal paintings, and in my room, the room Namatjira, displayed pictures of this famous painter. Today I saw the models that inspired the artist, and have experienced some of the heat, the solitude and silence I guess I also accompanied him and inspired.

After dinner, and finish the day, I go to where I started the day, the viewpoint of Namatjira. The night is closed. There are mountains and trees, and I have not come to see the earthly landscape. At the top are shown the stars in all their splendor, no lights for miles round or moon to eclipse the subtle combinations of stars, galaxies and nebulae in the southern hemisphere. Hail to the Milky Way, and I'll hunt for distant galaxies, galaxies, where, who knows, maybe there is someone like me looking at the stars. His gaze meets mine, but we never know. Salute the mysterious alien, and I retreat to my room.

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This morning I wake up later than usual. For the first time I have to go see the sunrise, and stay in the hostel for breakfast. Well I call it hostel by name it, it really is a tourist resort (do you say that?), Which has accommodation for all tastes, from camping to deluxe rooms. My choice was the cheapest without having to camp. The room has three beds and serves four, but this time not no one else, is all for me. There is a kitchen to share with other rooms but I find that no utensils or simply cooking stoves. I need a bowl, or at least a saucepan, where to put my cereal with milk, but there is nothing. At the end go to the store and bought me plastic utensils and one of those frozen desserts. After taking this dessert using the glass to my beloved cereal, and enjoy the day.

I get to the canyon of the Kings early, before nine o'clock. The plan is, like the other days, making the main promenade in the early morning before the sun too hot, and before they reach large groups of tourists.

The walk takes me the canyon rim. Down the river is dry with mysterious nocturnal creatures, and in front of me the landscape is rocky, with sheer rock hills and trees and defying the ground so dry climate of the place. The combination of rocks and trees becomes the star of this tour. The rocks look like the remains of some ancient ruins of a lost civilization. And the trees, twisted and with few branches, they look like carved on purpose to create, along with rocks, a landscape as seen in Chinese paintings in museums. My love of bonsai me noticing these trees more than anything else in the landscape. Many of the specimens you see in magazines bonsai and exhibitions are aesthetically beautiful but decidedly artificial. These trees, however, combines aesthetics and so naturally I do not want to miss the details, I have to create something like this when I return to my garden. The camera is always working, and I stop every fifty meters to observe and photograph tree after tree. Time passes, reaching large groups of tourists, but I still, rapt, watching the trees and ignoring the views of cliffs to the block that are so admired by tourists.

One reason I do this walk is that there is geocache treasure hidden in the rocks that I find, and gradually approaching I will hide and seek with GPS in hand. As I walk, stopping from tree to tree to take pictures, I hear a group of American tourists say the word "cache." Are they doing geocache too? I'm not used to American accent, perhaps talk about money ("cash")? Will they have lost money and they're looking for? I follow my path, advancing in my journey from tree to tree, and they getting ahead of myself when I stop to take pictures. And in one of these occasions one of them sees my GPS. "Oh, do geocaching?" He asks. Yes, they are also treasure hunters. What a coincidence, is the first time I meet with geocachers, and find in this remote location is somewhat unexpected. I have not thought treasure hunting in rough terrain and have no details of it, so do not come prepared. I offer to let my GPS after I have found the treasure, but in the end, as so often I stop, they decide to move on. When I find the treasure not see them on the way, sorry for them.

I follow the path, stopping at every tree in your way, enjoying the landscape seen from the edge of the canyon, and amazed to find the garden of Eden, a pond, an oasis in the desert, full of birds and aquatic animals. It is almost noon, much later than planned, and there are many tourists that the oasis you can not enjoy peace of mind, so I follow the road, almost running now, there is still much to do today.

I ride and get ready for the main quest of this journey, which is driving the circuit Mereenie. It is a shortcut through the desert, a dirt road that lead me to Glen Helen, the land of Namatjira, through Aboriginal land. This road is the reason I rented a 4x4 instead of normal cars.

The road takes me an unpopulated area, covered with dry vegetation. Just passing cars, and when you come I have to climb the window to keep out road dust. The road is not as bad as expected. I could have gone in a normal car with a little care, but since I have it take the opportunity to press the accelerator to go as fast as possible. It's a straight road but with many slopes, and in more than one occasion gives the impression that the car jumps as if this were a rally.

Tnorala I get to bypass. Tnorala is the rest of the crater of a comet that fell to the beginning of time. In his time the crater was 20 miles across, but what remains after erosion are compressed under the impact rocks, hills now appear simply because the surrounding terrain, softer, has been led by erosion. Is the crater within the crater. The detour road is much more difficult and sandy main road, and here if you have to drive slowly to avoid getting stuck in the sand. Now is when I appreciate having rented the car, with not being an SUV is at least four-wheel drive.

Tnorala, like so many geological features of the area is a place revered by the Aborigines. According to legend, was formed when, back in the sky, a group of women were dancing. One of them left the baby on the platform where they were dancing, and the baby fell off the platform hitting his birthplace on earth. Women are the Milky Way, and the impact of the crib is Tnorala. This is the legend, which is not far round of what they say Western science. In more recent times, before the white man came, there was a great slaughter among aboriginal tribes, and since then not allowed to spend the night in the place of respect.

'm the only one in the place. Starts at dusk, and take a walk along the path through the vegetation. The silence is absolute. Here you do not hear or breeze, or flying flies. After many hours drive, silence is more noticeable, pervades everything, and somehow amplifies the sound of footsteps to the point where I can no more, and I stop. Here I am, crater in the crater of a comet, alone, in silence. The time stops and seems to me that there is nothing behind the hills. Walk again, but the noise of footsteps I find it unbearable. In the end I just take off my shoes and run barefoot on in silence. I'm nobody, just a vision in this place so full of legend and tragedy. This experience will undoubtedly be the most amazing journey. I think so absolute silence never meet again, and I enjoy it like a precious jewel and poor, which is destined to disappear from this world. At the end of the day, as the song says, the silence is sound, a sound louder than I had imagined.

Back to the car, and the noise, came to a lookout where you can see how Tnorala, a circular group of hills in the middle of the desert plain.

I get to Glen Helen on the verge of evening, just in time for the solar function every day, when the sun paints the surrounding mountains of gold and purple mountains so well known that Albert Namatjira painting, the artist that brought together Aboriginal Western technology with indigenous feelings, creating an art school so different. Someone who, as I discovered years ago in a museum in Canberra was the first person who was able to give expression to the Australian eucalyptus trees and mountains. I get

finally to the property where I discover that my reservation over the phone there. Luckily the place is not full and I have to share a room all to myself. The room is smaller than other places, with two bunk beds, and very rustic. But for the price they ask me I'm not complaining.

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is the third day of this trip to central Australia. This time I want to see how the colors of Kata Tjuta with sunrise, so I get up before five o'clock. Last night I slept rather late so that I slept only five hours. But hey, these are the things that happen when you go travel. The roommates have not come tonight, you know what to be found in the desert, and I'm left not knowing if they are French. Pick

things in a hurry, I take half breakfast, receiving the output tab, and go on the way to Kata Tjuta, also called The Olgas or the Seven Sisters for a legend do not know whether Aboriginal or Western pioneers .

discover with astonishment that the park is closed, I arrived too early and the doors have not opened yet. So I hope in the car, waiting in line with the other early risers, maybe they also want to see the sunrise at Kata Tjuta. At the end open the door and there that go.

I drive rather fast, the place is half an hour away, and starts to get light. At the end I get to the gazebo, and discovered with joy that is empty, it's all for me. A few minutes to get a van with young adventurers, and then another car, but that's it. Others must be waiting at Uluru.

front of us shows the silhouette of Kata Tjuta. Are a set of rocky hills with rounded shapes, remains of very old mountains. And is this part of Australia has suffered in recent geological movements hundreds of millions of years. These mountains are much older than the Pyrenees, the Andes or the Himalayas. And just rain, erosion is so slow that still remains. The place is old, old, and so it seems.

the distance, heading east, you see the silhouette of Uluru. The day is cloudy and the sky and the clouds seem to be playing with him. In contrast, Kata Tjuta is dark and quiet. As the sky lightens becomes more evident that the show will not be Uluru Kata Tjuta but. Clouds do not let the sun paint the mountains with their colors. In contrast, the clouds become actors and begin to open holes through which the light of dawn. We continue looking at Uluru, and we see that the edges begin to turn as red-hot, like a big piece of iron into the fire. And is that the sun has managed to free himself from the clouds, and is coming out, right behind the rock. The spectacle of Uluru Kata Tjuta robs the center of attention. And so the sun through the clouds, began to brighten the day, casting rays on Uluru as if it were communicating with him. If there is a rock that has its own life, it must be Uluru.

After the spectacle of sunrise so special, I just got my breakfast, I shave and head to Kata Tjuta, walk through the Valley of the Winds. The day is still clouded with what I take the cardigan just in case.

Best of Kata Tjuta is that there are far fewer people than Uluru, and I can enjoy many of the hills alone. As I enter the valley begins to wind up, or maybe always windy here? I discovered after reading the posters that are sacred parts of the valley and only Aboriginal youth may enter for your ceremony. As part of the ceremony have to spend time at the head of the valley and hunt animals.

The wind rises louder and louder, the wind grew colder and colder, and eventually I have to put the cardigan. The Valley of the Winds lives up to its name.

After this long walk, I approach Walpa throat, which I think is meant by the throat from the wind, and indeed, the wind here is even stronger. I can hardly walk, and now the cold makes me put on my raincoat over the cardigan. And just in time, then suddenly drops as a shower and hot fat. The wind and rain make this short trip an adventure.

But in the end it's time to stop and Uluru Kata Tjuta. My plan is to spend the night in the valley of kings, a few hundred kilometers away, and it is noon. Begins the second leg of the trip.

The day is cold and windy, it seems that the winds have left the valley to take a look around, and I am accompanied by an almost deserted road. On the way stop in a couple of sites, marking places to later add to the map of OpenStreetMap I am creating with thousands of people, and geocache treasure hunting, there are also here. And thanks to these treasures I discover views that would not have found safe. In one of them is seen in the distance Mount Connor, a mountain that many tourists just come from Alice Springs to Uluru confused. The wind has lifted a layer of dust, and from the viewpoint of the mountain is very distant and unclear. On another occasion the geocache is in a mirage lakes lookout. Far lakes are dry, but they appear to be full of salt water they have left.

Time passes, and finally arrived at the hostel in Kings Canyon just before sunset, and before it go visit the other part of the world decided to enter the canyon, which is supposed to be part of the canyon is best at this time.

I reach the base of the trail when there are just a few minutes of sunshine and there are few tourists back in the parking lot. The valley is already in shadow and only the rocks to the top with light. But I decide to go, and I'm here to see what is best.

Valley dry river runs through it, but the vegetation indicates that the water not far away. With the sun beginning to hear the sounds of birds and animals, and as I enter I get the feeling that the valley begins to come alive. There are no tourists, the valley begins to wake up and evocative sounds are shown only for me. It's a feeling I did not feel much. More and more artificial noise in our lives, and be in a place with only the sounds of nature, hearing machines, radios and even human voices is a very pleasant experience. I get to the end of the trail where it begins the sacred of the canyon, as this is another place where young people from another tribe make their initiation ceremony. And I'm on the lookout, watching the last rays of sun on the rocks in the hills, and listening to the sounds of twilight. And turn around, and the dark, I feel that for a few minutes I've also been an intimate part of this canyon mysterious.
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discover that my room, which is shared, is all for me. I have three beds to choose from, and there are TV, fridge with tea with milk and tea and coffee sachet. And is that civilization has its good things. Ceno

in place pub restaurant where a group of folk-country music acts and brings all the kids with their parents. And I enjoy the show, thinking that as I have kids I do not get me out, when the artist points to a person next to me telling the kids that Steven Spielberg is looking for talent. One of those kids with a surprise performance with didgeridoo, the aboriginal instrument so special and difficult to play, and then the kid asks me if it is true that I am Spielberg ... and I said no, that Spielberg was at my side, but no longer. And the child leaves all disappointed. Maybe tonight it has been recorded as the night he almost Spielberg hired him for the next film.

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The alarm clock gets me out of sleep at five in the morning. Touch up, the sunrise is a sight not to be missed. The other room occupants are asleep. Two girls, I think French, but I have not very clear, as they reached half-past am very discreet and talking quietly to not disturb, and those hours to see who rises to speak with them. And it seems that watching the sunrise does not call them, and do not blame them. Well, enough of thinking ... to rise! Without turning on the light, and without making noise, I grab my things and go out.

is still dark, and I stumbled to the communal kitchen to improvise a breakfast with milk, cereal and a banana. While Celia and breakfast appear Javier, have also been raised to see the sunrise. Van bus tours, and a little luck, the attraction includes breakfast. Good luck and we parted. The night begins to brighten with the dawn's early light, and there is increasing movement in the area. The tourists are hopping on the bus, ready to go. Elsewhere in the rush hour is the time to go to work. Here is the sunrise.

with traffic and I'm on the way to Uluru. My first stop is the viewpoint of the sunset. Parking is completely deserted, and before me is the silhouette of Uluru before a cloudless sky with colors ranging from blue to orange, to a range of blues and pinks. The desert landscape and serene, and the rock as if about to wake up.

back on the road, where traffic is even more intense, and I get to the lookout car park exit the sun. The place looks like a camping more than anything else, with lots of cars and buses, and organized groups preparing his breakfast. I imagine one of these groups is Celia and Javier. Find a place to park and barely find a place to see the rock without having too many people ahead. Just in time, the sun is about to leave. Gradually the sun began to paint the orange rock, from the top, and down to reach the base trees, until the whole landscape is bathed in warm colors of the sun. And a few minutes later the car was empty of people, people who have their schedules even in this place far away from the current civilization. Again place for me. Now I have time to prepare for the day, shaving, and wear sunscreen to the sun is beginning to show their power.

Yesterday I discovered that the park rangers organize a free guided walk at ten. It's almost eight, something must be done until then. With what I start to walk around the rock, starting with the sunny and predicting that it will soon be a burden to walk through the area by the heat. This rock, once I get close, seems to me like one of those planets that the Prince by Saint-Exupéry traveled in her adventures. Round, with nooks and caves everywhere, oozing mystery and stories older than the man. Time passes, the heat begins to show. Arrived at the rendezvous point where they make the tour but it is nine, still got an hour for the ride. Thus I continue my journey around the rock, revealing the mysterious, sacred parts that can not be photographed, odd shaped parts. The passage of time has sculpted the rock with whimsical figures. The rock itself, red, or rather orange, contrasting with the green of vegetation, vegetation appears to have been attracted to the rock by some mysterious force in a desert where not expect to see anything green. Walk the last kilometers of the race become, as time seems to have accelerated and I risk being late for an appointment with the guards. At the end I get to the car, smothered and just fifteen minutes to reach the other end of the rock.

I come to the meeting point in time, people are waiting and the guard comes right after me. Thank goodness! The guard is a young blonde who instantly becomes a model for my photos. It tells the legend of the Poor, an Aboriginal tribe whose totem is a kangaroo who unfortunately is extinct in the wild and are only a few specimens in captivity. The story of ancient tribes and a giant dog, fight and escape from danger. The guide takes us to sacred places where only men of the tribe may go, or where only women can go. Some of these places can not be photographed porque son tabú para ciertos miembros de la tribu, y si alguien las fotografía y las publica hay riesgo de que sean vistas por gente de la tribu que no debiera verlas. Las historias que nos cuenta el guía no son completas porque tienen partes secretas que solamente los miembros de la tribu pueden saber por completo. Son historias que enseñan la tradición y costumbres de la tribu, y solamente los iniciados pueden apreciarlas. Yo me conformo con saber que existen, aunque me apena que estas historias tal vez desaparezcan con los que las cuenten si éstos no encuentran a las personas adecuadas a quien pasar las tradiciones.

Con las historias del guarda me entran más ganas de apuntarme al tour de Anangu y escuchar la historia de Kuniya la python, and so the first thing I do upon arrival is to ask for the tour. But I say that has been canceled due to lack of tourists. It appears that most tourists prefer the large ones, or rather, the big agencies with their claws that reach the countries of origin of tourists, attracted before they know that there are local agencies that offer something different. Luckily there are other activities organized by Anangu at the same time, an Aboriginal painting workshop, and I apundo without thinking twice.

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Workshop I find the same interpreter yesterday. The artist seems to be one of the two guides yesterday, who tells us the mysteries of Aboriginal painting. In their culture there is no writing, and customs and knowledge is passed orally and drawing in the sand or rocks. Each painting has a story to tell, and she teaches us how to recognize the symbols of men, women, water, soil and vegetation, and animals. It tells several stories, including a short version of the python and Mala Kuniya the kangaroo, while drawing on the floor, perhaps as knowledge is passed from generation to generation. We note that Uluru is the limit of four tribes, one Anangu, his tribe. All the tribes of Australia are related in one way or another, and exchanged stories. And among all the stories is a particularly ancient history, shared among four tribes. The story begins in the northern tip of Australia, near Darwin, and runs from north to south to a tribe near Adelaide. Each tribe can only tell their side of the story so if you want to know the whole story has to travel across Australia from north to south. And it makes me think of the movie ten canoes and history, as ancient yet so modern. At the end of the lessons we are told, through the interpreter: "Well, I have given my history. Now it is up to you, give me yours. "trade is like a story, something that may have been the aborigines from the beginning of time. And without more, gives us canvas and paint, and let us paint. I did my work of art, or rather disaster, bringing together men, women, kangaroos and water wells, and then had to explain what he meant, that even I knew what I was doing ... what a shame! While we were creating our stories (most of the story told family, and you have to see how well they painted a few), the artist created another of his works. It was a picture representing the story of Mala, Uluru, the giant dog, and members of the tribe fled. Then I moved by Art gallery, imagining what stories and secrets kept within the pictures displayed. I finally bought one that I had something. Something that may not be what the artist meant, but whatever. It is a secret history that only the box and I share.

are more than four. The heat burns less than yesterday, or maybe I'm used to it, and I'm walking through the place between the rock and the paint shop. The tourists are gone, we're just rock and me. Every yard is different. The vegetation is combined with Uluru to create different and artistic prints. After painting class everything seems different. Uluru feels more alive than ever, and its beauty red majesty, mixed with green vegetation. Silence fills everything. The sky, blue, cloudless. The soil is red.

While I find myself with a woman on a bicycle. It is a bike that looks rather old, full of bags. Is the same woman that way yesterday in Kata-Tjuta, about fifty miles from here. Le preguto where it comes from, "Germany," he responds. "Yes, but have not been on my bike from there, do you?" He asked with a slightly mocking tone. "Well, no, there are parts where I was not using the bike," he answers. His name is Annemarie, German, who once dreamed of traveling by bike to Australia, said and done, he spent six bike years to get here. It was an honor for me to ask you a few pictures to website.

It is time to sunset, and return to the lookout point where you started the day so long ago. The place is crowded, tourists have returned. Find somewhere to park, and is shown opposite Uluru, under a sky where clouds begin to appear. Clouds play with Uluru, and the figure begins to fill with shadows and light as the clouds move. And so, at this time of day when the color of the rock changes every minute, gather the figures created by the clouds, and make every second to completely change the rock. But I resisted the temptation and only did 27 photos during these minutes.

Back at the hotel dinner with Celia and Javier. They leave the next day to the next stage in Kakadu in northern Australia. Maybe they discovered the principle of ancient history. We said goodbye under a starry sky, this time without the hassle of the tourist guide. Spent some time watching the stars, I with my books on astronomy and my map of the heavens, trying to teach what he knew about the stars, which is not much. But at least find the Milky Way and some other nebula.

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windy journey to the heart of Australia




travel again, this time at the center of Australia. The reason is simply that I have said in the work I have to take a vacation, I've reached the limit of cumulative hours and I'll lose if you do not become a holiday. Mineko is busy and can not travel, but I do not want to miss this time of rental. Given that you do not hear Mineko visiting central Australia (too hot, no water, dusty and very little green), take the opportunity to travel alone, the place is another part of Australia I want to visit.

The center of Australia has the world's most famous rock, Uluru, near other natural wonders, and some traces of Aboriginal culture. The trip promises, and I fancy I can only think that travelers also discover something new, or at least I'll be more receptive to discover new things.

The trip does not begin with right foot, then to the taxi driver who takes me to the airport is your first day, I'm almost his first client, and he is very nervous, terrible mistakes here. At the end I have to say, almost street by street directions to the airport. It amazes me that people so ill-prepared to take people to work as a taxi driver. But hey, I get to the airport just in time without problems.

already on the plane, flight Connellan Airport, our destination, I start making plans, when I hear words in English. I find that the companions of the English side are, Celia and Javier, who are spending a few weeks in Australia and its first stage is Uluru. We started talking, and not stop until reaching the destination, about three hours later. And here I thought I would get bored on the flight ... over time does not speak English, this opportunity is appreciated. And the coincidence means that we are staying in the same place (the truth is that there is plenty of choice in the area), which are left for later. For the moment we said goodbye at the airport, I have to take the rental car and they go on the bus. His plan is to join package tours in the area, mine is to go without a guide, not anyone tell me where to go, what to watch or listen to.

The area is one of the Australian desert. It is winter, but the heat is very strong, and dry. The soil is red and dusty, but the amazing thing is that there is vegetation. Despite the heat and low humidity, the place has lots of tall shrubs and trees. No hills, is mostly flat, and the distance is the purpose of our visit, Uluru, the big rock. I take time to leave things in my room, a shared room with four bunk beds, but for now is empty. Visit the tourist office to see if there is something interesting to join, and discover the Anangu agency, an agency created by the aborigines who specializes in telling stories and customs of the locals. Maybe point me to one of their tours, but now prefer to visit the rock with my eyes and not with a guide. So, buy some water in the nearby store (which blistering heat) and I go way to the rock.

The rock is there, in front, and little by little, as I approach, it gets bigger and starts to show some of its details. It's something awesome, a sort of magnet for anyone less than fifty miles away. A red rock, several hundred meters high, with stripes and caves on the slopes. Western science says it is a sedimentary layer was formed over a hundred million years, when the area was part of a sea. Forces nature and the passage of the eons made the sea became desert, and vertical lathes horizontal strata, creating the most impressive natural wonder I've ever seen. It's something that encourages belief in God or supernatural forces. And later I discovered that this rock is really the spiritual center of the Aboriginal communities in Australia, and almost every detail of the rock has its mythological origins and legends.

After a short visit to the visit Uluru, the end arrived at the base of the rock. One path leads to the summit of the rock, and a trail of people, like ants, laboriously climbing the hillside, under the heat of injustice. At the beginning of the path is a sign she asks, please do not upload. This is something I've often wondered. Aboriginal beg people not to upload, but travel agencies seem not to pass this request to tourists, and many people who come to this place with the hope of climbing the rock sign and encounter this dilemma, "go up or not to raise?

The reason for asking not climb the mountain, a guide tells me later, not because the rock is sacred, it is not really (only parts of it), but because it is dangerous, there have been accidents and deaths from heat and strong wind, and when something happens Aborigines feel it's partly your fault for letting them go.

My destination is not is this part of the rock, but the map shows that there is a road to get there. In the end, after surrounding the rock, came to Kuniya, the part I want to visit. This part is in shadow, which is much nicer. There are fewer people, and I see a group of tourists with two Aboriginal guides, two elderly women, a young interpreter and race indeterminate. The interpreter speaks the language and Aboriginal English with an accent, but his features are more Asian. I find that the agency is Anangu, the Aboriginal agency. The group is very small, women enjoyed guide showing the customs and stories of their ancestors, and most tourists enjoy hearing them. If I go to sign up a tour, I decided to be with this agency, the super-intimate, impersonal tourist I have seen with my short time in the area.

are already five in the afternoon. The heat continues, but the light starts to become warmer and softer. We are approaching the magic hour when the rock becomes the spectacle of color that attracts many photographers. But I decided to sign on the Anangu tour tomorrow afternoon, so I'll watch the sunset tomorrow. Today, however, go to Kata-Tjuta, another of the wonders of the area. Kata-Tjuta

are rocky hills about 60 miles. If they were elsewhere in the world these hills would be the main attraction. But here are merely secondary to Uluru, which people see the way, after visiting the big rock. Still, as I approached, the hills begin to prevail, and once you get to the lookout, just in time for the sunset, the hills are bathed in red with the last rays of sun. Is truly espectaular.

Back at the hotel I'm in for a special tourist attraction. Is closed, moonless night, and above us gives us another spectacle of nature. Are the stars, something that is rarely seen with the lights of cities, but here are the stars. The tourist attraction is to explore the constellations, showing biggest stars, the Milky Way, the Magellanic Clouds that can only be seen from the southern hemisphere, and of course the Southern Cross. The South has many more stars than the north, and when I had the chance to see the starry sky in my first year in Australia I was captivated by her beauty and plenty of stars. But this tour guide too, for that, tourist. The guide quickly shows stars and constellations, but no time to enjoy them, and then we pass from one to another stellar attración. It's like going on a tour bus. "To the left you can see the star Arcturus, right the Southern Cross, left ... "In the telescope we see four things and count, and always with little time to enjoy them. All a disappointment, there are many ways to show the stars, and this guide to choose a formula so unattractive. Luckily I bring binoculars, star chart and book of astronomy. As the tour can do stellar on my own with no distractions.

Well, the journey has just begun. I have already seen many things, the big rock has impressed me , but can show more of her charms tomorrow?'ll soon find out.