OZ TRIP – Uluru

27th December 2016


At the 4th day of my new adventure, I can finally sit and write down something.

Not much has happened so far I have to say.

I basically dealt with hot, dust and billion flies, but let’s start from the beginning.

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Everyone who knows me even just a little bit is aware how much I love this Country and Australia is my home now.

I would love to explore every centimetre of these beautiful big Island, so in the attempt to achieve that I decided to spend my 2 weeks of leave for Christmas and see the heart of this land: Uluru.

Nobody knows how that freaking big red rock ended up there, right in the middle of nowhere. It is actually like a tip of an iceberg. A monstrous rock formation lies underneath for hundreds of km². But who cares! The only thought is enchanting.

And what better way to really feel this trip but if not driving through the outback?

I pack some stuff, my camping gear and a lot of water, and in the early morning of Christmas’ Eve I leave my nice and cosy apartment and hit the road.

I started to prepare a few weeks before checking roads, sightseeing and various survival tips to get through the desert.

But like every trip I have made in my life I didn’t expect it to go precisely like planned, and I know that most of the times inconveniences can mess up things. But not for me. If you keep your mind open, you have more chances to find a solution for every nasty situation.

I should mention that I drive an old piece of junk, a Daewoo Lanos 2001 that doesn’t even have air con.

The car has been checked a couple of months before and everything seemed fine. We’ll see…

Around 10 a.m. I finish putting all my stuff in the car and head to the petrol station. I fill the tank and finally set the navigator to my first stop: Coober Pedy, 2106 kilometres.

I knew I had to drive a lot and I knew exactly how many kilometres I would have to drive, but see it there is different.

Full of excitement I start my trip, trying to avoid any contact with any human being. I don’t want to see anyone, don’t want to talk to anyone, this time is going to be only for myself, finally.

The first few hundreds of km went a bit slow because I passed trough the Blue Mountains so every now and then I stopped to take some pictures.

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After 300 kilometres, your butt becomes one thing with the seat, you don’t even think anymore, you just drive, and drive, and you see nothing but trees around you.

The first day went by without I even realised it.

At 8 p.m. after 600 kilometres I start to feel tired and stop in one of the biggest towns around the highway A32. Nyngan. 2500 people live here. The previous bunch of houses was 126 km before.

The weather is pretty nice with a nice breeze that makes me shiver and forces me to wear a jumper at night.

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The morning after at 6 a.m I hit the road again and the navigator tells me I needed to drive another 600 kilometres before the next intersection to reach Broken Hill. To be precise

585 kilometres. Straight. Nothing else. No red lights. No turns. Nothing. 585…

After 100 kilometres I stop to get fuel in a small town called Cobar. The woman at the counter looks at me and says: “Hawaia! Merry Christmas!” .

Crap, it’s bloody Christmas. Again. Every year the same shit. I hate Christmas.

I love myself for the great choice of turning this useless bullshit into an amazing road trip in the middle of nowhere, where the main interaction that I have with people is: “Pump number 3, and a pack of Rothmans blue, thanks”. That’s it.

A triple shot mocha will be my fuel for the next 8 hours and my Christmas lunch consists of a couple of hash browns I scarf down while driving.

My goal for today is to pass Broken Hill and cross South Australia’s border. 750 km.

From here I start to really feel I m going in the middle of nowhere. I see fabulous red soil along the highway, that is that tiny road you see in the pictures. And I don’t see a soul, except some snakes I occasionally run over and dozens of dead kangaroos at the side of the road.

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All I see in this a 585 kilometres is a surreal landscape.

I drive and smoke a lot. After few years without a cigaret, 2016 brought me nothing but pain that I try to exhaling together with that poison from my lungs. It actually works.

I think about the good and bad things that happened this year. I think that after all, I am lucky.

Thinking and driving I finally arrive it in Broken Hill in the late afternoon. The sky is beautiful and I would have loved to see the Living Desert and the sculptures, which offer a great chance of nice pictures, but unfortunately, I don’t trust to drive through unsealed roads. I’ve done that before, several times, but not in the middle of the desert.

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This time I can’t force my little companion and unfortunately is too late for the 18 km return hike to get there. Nevermind. The Living Desert won’t go anywhere. I might have the chance to come back in the future.

Everything is also closed because it’s bloody Christmas day and people really doesn’t feel like working today.

Fuck Christmas.

Fortunately, I have a 20-litre petrol tank so I’ll be ok for a while. I keep driving, crossing the border and stop in Yunta to get some rest, fighting against the heat. And I lost in the beginning…

Only now I realise that I drove 750 kilometres with 40 degrees outside and my right arms burns like hell from the sun. I also discover that I am hungry and buy a sandwich from the petrol station nearby as I am too lazy to take out to the portable gas stove and cook.

The heat is killing me and I pouring water on my head.

A light breeze starts to blow but some unidentified creatures pop out from the bushes and I feel no longer safe sleeping on a camping chair, so I lock myself in the car. Jeez, it’s hot. But I am such a smart cookie that a few weeks ago I bought a portable mini fan that works with USB so I take my portable charger and hang the fan on the steering wheel. I really enjoyed few hours of sleep.

The sun comes out a little later and to wake up a but I have a big disgusting coffee at a petrol station. They don’t even have a soy milk so I get a normal one. A decision I would really regret a few hours later, but it’s ok, you know what? You may be a little grossed out by this, but there’s no greater satisfaction than taking your pants down wherever you are whenever you want and do what you need to do with no worries because there is absolutely nobody around. Seriously, nobody.

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Just a couple of small ghost towns and after a whole day I finally reach my first stop: Coober Pedy.

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This small place is the world’s opal capital and it’s popular for its underground life. When I say “underground” I am not trying to use fancy terms. I really mean underground.

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The weather here it’s so harsh that people started to dig holes in the ground where live inside them. Everything started with some Opal discoveries back in 1915. Since then some people settle down and built a new unique town.

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I really wanted to take a look around and also I needed to give a break to my car. And most of all I needed to stop because of the storm. Some heavy rain hit Uluru and whole centre Australia, so all the roads (well, there’s only one) were closed. Something so bad that happens only twice in a century.

I go to the desert and a freaking storm comes. Can you believe it?

But the biggest thing is that I finally after 3 days I have a shower!!! I was so exhausted I had to drag myself to the car to grab my stuff and after I rinsed off all the sweat and the dust, I passed out and slept for almost 13 hours , until I have been awake and by the sound of a broken glass, followed by some swearing. The storm reached South Australia and the town of Coober Pedy became in few hours a big pond of mud.

Heavy rain and an unbelievably strong wind lasted till early afternoon when the sun came out and everything went back to normal.

It will take another day for the sun to dry out the flooded highway so I take it easy and have a pizza while writing my journal. Tomorrow is another day.

2nd January 2017

New year, same shit. At 10pm on 31st December I was already sleeping after watching Mortal Kombat.

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I never believed in those “new year, new life” bullshit. It’s gonna be another 365 days full of shit to put together. It’s just a matter of how you deal with that. I’ll face another shitty year with the biggest smile, not giving a fuck about anything except what really matters to me, which is getting my permanent visa. All the rest is a collateral effect.

I left Coober Pedy and after 750 km I finally reached Uluru-Kata Tjuta, National Park.

There’s no such thing as a town. Only big resort that offers any kind of accommodation, from unpowered tent sites to bungalows to luxurious rooms, together with a supermarket, petrol station, swimming pool and shopping centre.

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I arrived at down and quickly set up my tent before it was too dark. I immediately learnt that my worst enemy here would not be flies like I expected, but instead ants! Those little pieces of shit were absolutely everywhere and were insanely aggressive, not giving you a break.

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I thought that actually that was their territory and tried to use my all-animal-friendly attitude, but at some point fuck that, I sprayed a whole bottle of insect repellent on the ground and got rid of all those little motherfuckers.

After winning that epic battle I slept like a baby. I was exhausted.

The morning after here I am, ready at 6 am in front of the big rock, only to realise I left the battery of my camera in the tent. A series of unspeakable swearing broke the magic silence of the holy aboriginal site.

The resort is a 15km drive so going back now is not worthy.

I am already here. So I take the chance to get close and have a good look around to find a good shooting spot for the morning after. Being in front of that big thing popping out from nowhere is quite impressive.

No wonder why aboriginal people consider this place sacred.

Back to the resort I chill a few hours by the pool and go to the park again to see the sunset.

I couldn’t miss that. A little crowd gathered around, we all look at each other and smile. For few minutes piece and silence are kings.

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This is the place to come to switch off your brain and let everything go. Because there’s always something bigger than you. Nobody’s special. The world is special, but not people. Not me, not you. Go with the flow, don’t fight against yourself.

This is the place to go to re-calibrate your values and search for the right metric which defines your achievements.

I work as a waitress in a cafe. That must not mean much for most. But I left everything and went to another Country with a luggage and a thousand dollar in my pocket, alone. In four years I travelled to 11 Countries in four different continents. I started to work out a lot and my body looks amazing. I’ve never felt better than this inside and outside. And within few months I will have the visa that will allow me to stay here forever.

You see… that’s another story. Depends from the point of view.

I crossed path with inspiring people, but also with looser I’ve learnt to stay away from.

Take whatever good you find around. Leave the crap. There’s no space for that.

And whit these deep thoughts I peacefully slept for few hours.

I woke up at 3 am to see the sky in his whole beauty. Oh God, what a show. One of the most beautiful skies I’ve seen in my life, something beyond your imagination.

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After that, I sleep a bit more, and after making sure I have the battery with me, I drive to the National Park again to catch the sunrise. I wasn’t lucky enough to have the colourful sky you often see in travel magazines and brochures, but it was spectacular anyway. Very impressive.

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The atmosphere makes every moment special, regardless weather conditions, company, or whatever is in your way. Anything can happen, but I assure you that everyone enjoys these moments in this magic place.

With the sun up I head to the feet of the big rock. Touching it was weird. Gives you a sense of freedom, don’t know exactly how to explain it.

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The storm that hit NT few days before left quite a damage and unfortunately the track that brings you all around Uluru was closed. I hang around a bit more until it becomes so hot I can barely breathe. The hours passed by quickly and the morning after I pack my stuff and get ready for my next destination: Adelaide. I have no idea what to do there. I don’t even think there’s much to do.

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I say goodbye to this place.

The navigator tells me Adelaide is around 1500km. I need a couple of days to get there. At some point, the indication is:”drive straight for 1015 kilometres”. Again. Last time was around 600km. This The storm that hit NT few days before left quite a damage and unfortunately the track that brings you all around Uluru was closed. I hang around a bit more until it becomes so hot I can barely breathe. The hours passed by quickly and the morning after I pack my stuff and get ready for my next destination: Adelaide. I have no idea what to do there. I don’t even think there’s much to do.time is almost double the distance, no bothering to take the wrong turn because there’s no turn at all….

Halfway I stop again in Coober Pedy. I really like this freaking place! It comes directly from space, seriously.

It’s 31st December. New Year’s Eve. Like Christmas, fuck NYE. I hate it. It’s the day when people think they’re entitled to get wasted and be assholes but they don’t realise they’ve been assholes all year long. Fuck people.

What better way to spend the most useless day of the year if not trespassing a restricted area and wander around an opal cave. I better watch my steps cause it’s full of deep holes around and I don’t feel like testing my climbing skill today. Too hot for that.

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Once in town it’s dark already. I watch a movie and go to bed. Best NYE ever.

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The new year starts with a 800km drive to Adelaide, with some creepy encounters along the way.

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Once in Adelaide, I drive around like an idiot trying to find the Botanical Garden but there are road works everywhere and absolutely so signs to help you at all. After 40 minutes driving around, I think: fuck off the garden, so I went to Springfield to see Carrick Hill, which is a property owned by a rich Australian couple back in the ’30. They got some old furniture from their honeymoon in Europe and decorate their house with exquisite taste. The mansion became quickly the main meeting point artists and rich Australians who enjoyed the endless parties in the most exclusive house of South Australia. The property was left to the state at the death of its owner, in the early 80′, and now is one of the must-do stops in SA.

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The beautiful garden is a real treat for your soul. There’s just one disturbing thing: people. Families. With kids. Horrible ugly and noisy kids. Society.

Fuck. This is the sign my outback adventure is really over.