Alice Springs, Australia
We made it back to Alice Springs without a scratch on the van. I heard some horror stories up there – one couple who forgot to unwind their canopy and ripped it off and another 4WD who saw a campervan on its side on the back road linking Kings Canyon and the MacDonnell Ranges. Insurance explicitly doesn’t cover either cases.
Anyway, we didn’t do much in Alice, as you do towards the fag end of a holiday. There had been a lot of driving and walking, and we were tired. We ate out a bit, saw the free light show in the reptile park and spent some more time with Celia and her sister.
We stopped off at a camel farm and took a short ride. It was way more comfortable than I thought it would be. Now I regretted not going on a morning safari at Uluru. It would have been a totally atmospheric way to waltz through the desert. The swaying of the camels had a hypnotic quality to it.
The campervan was far better than we thought. It’s a great way to see the country. It was easier to drive than I thought and a lot more comfortable. Not sure I’d want to drive it in the city, but out here it was perfect.
There was a lot of walking, but it was satisfying. The desert had a calming effect on us all, and I was happy I’d listened to Josefa about seeing some of Australia’s famous sites rather than shooting over to Bali, like I wanted. It is a pilgrimage for a reason.