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.
As in the hostel
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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