Merry Christmas from Sydney!
I just got back from a 5-day excursion to the desert of the Northern Territory, and a visit to Uluru. It was hot, and dirty.
Here are some pictures I have taken so far!
After hiking up “heart attack hill” in 40 C heat, I took this picture.
some of my fellow tourists
Signage in King’s Canyon
Some sheer cliff faces in Kings Canyon, which apparently, is a real canyon, as opposed to the Grand Canyon, which is actually a gorge? I don’t really know the difference, but the guy pictures below, our all-knowing guide, Mr. Dan, told me that.
Headless Dan holding a “Thorny Devil”. They don’t actually hurt you, they just look menacing.
A Korean dude, a Dutch dude, and a thorny devil.
Mr. Dan, the Outback Survival Expert Man, with our campfire.
That big blurry thing in the back is Ayer’s rock aka Uluru.
Sunrise in the Northern Territory, somewhere south of Alice Springs.
On of my fellow tourists Bumjo, and the Olgas, aka the Kata Tjuja, which play some significant role in aboriginal creation stories.
A view from the first lookout in the Kata Tjuja, only 9 am and already in the upper 30’s C.
Those are big rocks.
I wish I was a better photographer, then you might have some idea of the scale of these things.
This is me and… I’m not sure what.
Mr. Dan, looking rugged.
He’s like a younger, sexier Crocodile Dundee.
Aboriginal rock art paintings at Uluru (Ayer’s Rock).
Same same as above, but this drawing indicates that this spot makes an ideal location for cooking up some emu meat.
The big rock I have wanted to see since watching “The Rescuers Down Under” as a child.
I really went there!
Another S. Korean pal from the trip.
Me and Bumjo
This is at sunrise, I look like some kind of hobo hippie sheep herder.
There are lots of tourists at Ayer’s Rock.
It’s really big. This is part of if.
Here’s another part that goes along with some aboriginal story about the dreamtime.
Wild camels in the outback.
My pal Sung.
My pal Bumjo!
Me and Jamie, my old neighbor from Vientiane, with the Sydney harbour in the background.
Me and the girls at Watson’s Bay!
The cutest busker I have ever seen.
The ghost of Nicole past can be spotted haunting the Sydney harbour bridge area on warm nights in December.
Opera house !!! I was really there!!!