In January 2014, Ping (hereafter known as “Daisy Bates”, the Australian adventurer/explorer) and I visited Central Australia on one of those 3-day camping trips. Day one: Uluru. Day two: the Olgas. Day three: Kings Canyon. Very good. Very interesting. Can now cross that one off my list. Glad I did it when I did though, because it was a lot more strenuous than I thought it would be. Twisting my knee didn’t help.
Camels don’t floss. An ornery camel and a thorny devil.
Daisy Bates (wearing hat, headscarf and fly-net) at Uluru.
Uluru taken with my new Olympus point-and-shoot camera. It was almost nighttime when I took this photo, which is why the rock looks purple.
Australian pop culture #1: Australian Aboriginal rock paintings at Uluru.
Australian pop culture #2: Miniature golf course near Uluru.
The Olgas. The day we were there, it was raining (note the waterfall).
Daisy Bates at Kings Canyon.
Daisy Bates at Stanley Chasm.
The “real” Daisy Bates.
Flying doctor John Flynn’s grave. Judging by his headstone, the guy had balls.
Albert Namatjira memorial on the way to Hermannsburg. Australia treated him badly. Too late to make amends now unfortunately.
Hermannsburg Church. Dignified.