above and below: Coober Pedy nature 
following Uluru: 
sunset in the desert Hello my friends, I am again. And on we went to my tour through the outback. Also present were Australian, British, French, Colombian, American, Dutch and German, of course. I believe that you can travel through Australia, without speaking a word of English. No matter where you go, you can hear German. ... At 6 clock in the morning we were 21 (normally there are always 42, only on that day had booked a little unusual!) Abgehohlt at the hostel and also did the same acquaintance with our tour manager Hayley to us in the following days not only for Landmark was chauffeured to activities cultural, but also cooked, entertained, trivia mediated and, if necessary she nursed. And right before I start to write anything, I would like to say in advance that they can do all this not have been better.
Hayley sang druchgehend, was a bit funky, more from each animal on the road had, unlike many others here a heart for the Aborigines, was consistently good spirits and knew of some compounds with the wedge of desert herbs. Rarely, however, I knew a little bit more, I had the day before finally exploring the botanical garden and informed me something so I know in an emergency, how can I find water, food and healing herbs. In my Recherge I was tired and slept a few hours on a wooden table. It was otherwise so no one there! In the first four hours, we drove to Kings Canyon and got to know us. The troops were thoroughly nice (an older couple from England had been due to the depreciation of the real estate and decided the financial problems of her son traveling through Australia, the money for issuing a trip to Australia and to support her son:)) On the way we passed Aborigines, whose car had a flat tire, Hayley thought, and stopped. I jumped off the bus, I had planned eventually to speak Aboriginal whenever an opportunity offered. They wanted water, and so I filled their water containers, while Hayley was talking to them and sat the rest of the bus. After all, made these Aborigines are not, as usual, are their cars because of a flat tire somewhere in the desert. At Kings Canyon, which is actually closed from 11 clock in the morning, because in the past, probably some accidents in people where has that migrated in the heat of the day, we expected the first increase, which is called "Heart Attack Hill" (heart attack hill). We could, just as we in the midday heat, the climb began to decide between the one-hour walk through the canyon and hike around the 3.5 stuendigen. Up to 3 chosen for all the long way. 
had each about 4 liters of water, his swimsuit and camera tow, as the tour program was very tight, however, were not allowed dalliance, and so we set about the rapid ascent. The Australian Workers' shoes that I bought in Rockhampton proved to be a real asset and I marched forward cheerful. The first view over 100's miles of uninhabited desert was worth it, it was all pretty impressive. At the end of the canyon we went down to a natural water hole. Everywhere we had seen previously only barren rocky landscapes and even if was a bit greener than usual due to continuous rains in December, the desert, so the contrast was to the vegetation in the small oasis but breathtaking. Left and right in the middle and high rock walls, a narrow strip of almost tropical greenery. And water! How does this experience have been only for those who crossed the desert in a time where not everywhere taps line the way and where the desert on camels or horses are certainly occurred as the endless need us on the bus. We were allowed in Water hole to swim, the water was very cool, clean and take it easy so I left the pool with another German long after everyone else and sprinted the path on the other side of the ravine back up, along to catch up with the others. The way back, and the descent was just as beautiful. Arriving at the bus we filled our water bottles again with tasty tap water. Most had taken their four liters. I do not know what was not necessarily good, but had no effect. After the walk we headed by bus on the way to the cattle farms that can also be quite bigger than some European countries. Along the way was collected firewood and a very interesting bus ride game played. About 130 years ago camels were brought to Ausstralien to Allice Srings, which was then only a telegraph station to supply, and to explore other Wuestengebiete. So they had to eat something, they brought Wuestenmelonen (of those who, I later learned was not taste, but bitter, but also slightly toxic, I had tried a Allice for an hour and a rather bad taste in the mouth had. ) to Australia, thoughtful but not that they could soon develop into a plague. And they did. We now helped to get rid of some, as we picked them, distributed to all the bus and then dropped during the journey by road signs. My team won. 1-0! Our sleeper turned out to be less sandy circle somewhere in the middle of nowhere. No toilets, no cooking. Hayley prepared the fire, while our swags (waterproof sleeping bag and mattress in one. The one can simply roll out somewhere to sleep and clean. Very handy!) Rolled out. As soon as first coal had been cooked. There were noodles and chili Concan. And while plenty. The evening campfire was nice, but incredibly, the stars in the desert. So clear and so many stars, and since I had no roof over their heads, I could see him from my bed. The next morning I was lost! From Diskretionsgruenden Hayley had the flashlight and toilet paper for the night after our tour bus toilet stowed.
I now but the day before, Of course, totally disinterested, had helped in the preparation of the meal, I had to get a small miner's lamp and did not need the big flashlight behind the bus. At 4:30 clock in the morning I verspuehrte the need and made my way to the bush toilet.
the purposes of the Hans-Guck-in-the-air, I marveled at the starry sky and walked in front of me, performed what is strictly necessary and walked back. But where was back? Jedendfalls not be where I dachte.Und I was wrong in the middle of nowhere in either direction was not the hoped for and walked back to my point Pinkel. After half an hour I finally heard the sound of a redemptive Swagreisverschlusses, the zuruckkatapultierte me into the world of orientation. My flashlight was the way, a 3m range. Very helpful!
arrived at the camp packed up all her things and had breakfast. It was already 5 finally clock.
next destination Kata Tjuta was the Olgas. A history of the Uluru in similar rock formation. These sights were once part of a huge mountain in ancient times. Then arose in Australia, however, a Innlandsee, eroded the mountains and Uluru and Kata Tjuta were shot by the force of the water, so that the older rock layers on one side than the other 15 million years on.
For the Aborigines, the Olgas, the heads of the ancestors (something like the Titans) and Uluru a great man mud cake, which created two of the Schoepfungskinder and is also associated with otherwise very many myths and fables.
At Kata Tjuta arrived, we decided to take a hike through the valley of the winds, the wind whistles a there really around the ears.
valley of the flies would be a more appropriate name. In the desert you always approximately 10 flies in the face and 80 on the body. You can not scare and creep preferably on the eye, on the lips, around the mouth and the nostrils. I put a hole in the nose and I had to sneeze constantly on the way back, which displeased me greatly. One could of course also buy a hat with mosquito nets, but the cost was $ 7 and I finally a hat. Hayley has both, as provided also at the hostel owner in Allison and my current host family for inspiration. (See later). I have it decorated with feathers, which are sometimes more and sometimes less. (Nice if an Aboriginal one does not ask for money, but a spring) The wind and the Aborigines have made sure that there are currently only two.
The Valley of the Wind was worth every extra eyes, really nice.
A stop in the tourist village, a dip in the pool ... .. and then we went to Uluru!
First we walked a small section, the Mala Walk, along on his foot, and then drove to the museum. I had purchased my Aboriginekunst in Allice still for 20 to 25 dollars, it could it cleared up well here and are happy to spend $ 2,500, the museum, about the myths and life of the local Aborigines, and the cooperative management of national parks and nature was, like ... say ... good mans. The Aboriginemusik in the background helped.
the late afternoon we made our way to the sunset viewing point to be able to grab a seat and prepare our food on the portable gas stove.
While other organizations to Candlelight Dinner (extremely expensive, but at least something to eat), and others their Eintagsausfluege to Uluru (expensive, only sparkling wine, no food) prepared, we were able once again to fill their bellies, as some other tourists to tempted to ask for our tour operators. Hayley had been asked whether we praise your kitchen could not a little to make some publicity for their organization, so I purchased in Australia dabot my repertoire of tasty-hmmm-are enlarged and in exaggerated volume. Our tour was actually better.
The plates were empty, filled the champagne glasses,
was now the moment had been waiting for, the sun went down! The Uluru was red.
I tried to capture the moment, the perfect time but has probably caught Hayley group photo. The photo should, if Hayley has finally uploaded on http://www.therocktour.com.au/ under Photos / Hayley have to watch tour. Although, as I have, the more recent photos are from February, may take some time.
After sunset it began to rain. While other fast-entrenched in the bus, I danced extensively in the rain to appreciate this spectacle of nature (rain in the desert).
Then we drove to our campsite in the tourist village (it has made extra for building the Ulurutouristen), are holed up by strong winds in our swags and stared once more as long as the stars, to bow to our eyes as if by the fatigue.
4:30 clock-up, you do not want to miss the sunrise, yes. Have breakfast and off we went, only one question remained in dispute: From what direction we want to see the sunrise? Uluru behind the storm clouds loomed and I saw what you see rare flashes behind Uluru. (Sorry, seen too far away for a good photo, but I have it and that is far more important) The decision was in favor of just the dark side. A black mountain in front of golden light.
single axle toll-fantastic.
He was next and with it the last item Base 8km long walk, even - without leadership, around Uluru. I noticed in the past that I could enjoy this over welti following nature better when I'm not in a group of tourists marching slobbery, which stops not even to enjoy the moment alone. And so let I fall back, stopped, tried aufzunhemen amazed with Chi-Gong energy (you can you can hurt a try, something not do so). It took considerably longer than in any case everyone else! (It was for delays vegimitepunkte-vegemite is absurdly disgusting spread-typical Anglo-once you had two points, you had a spoon - eat a large spoon-vegemite) I got but no vegemitepunkte, but had the luck of the lucky ones. Just when I was a little hungry again, like evil tongues say that I am the way, I was a tourist group that had been dealt by their tour operators a packed lunch. Not all, however, were hungry and they offered me in passing, muffins, milk and juice of O-. Right time, right place. My spirits rose steadily. Then I came to the two permanent waterholes at Uluru, where a Tourfuehrer his group suggested just the mythical significance. It had drizzled min in the last 5, now it started to rain. The tour guide explained his group, that even in the rainy season requires at least 2 hours continuous rain, to form the first waterfalls. Therefore, one should one probably come back later ... .. Behind him were small trenches on the steep wall of Uluru, transformed themselves within the next few seconds, minutes in waterfalls.
I just had half way back down, others were by this time on the bus. Everywhere were the waterfalls, it rained in torrents, river beds shall fill out my feet and I saw the best ever moment of my time in Australia. Others-even Tourfuehrer see the Uluru-hundreds of times and have never seen the falls and there I was - for the first time there and I saw within a few hours behind the storm Uluru, a beautiful sunrise and the waterfalls. A once-in-a-life time moment. Meanwhile, I was sure. I was happy, perfectly glueckstrunken wonderful. In the desert. As dance music, running, I photographed me back to the bus, in crept the rest of the troops, and whose shelter they would not give up once for a group photo. Hayley, another tour guide and I danced in the Rain and enjoyed every millisecond of the moment. My heart leapt in me and I jumped with him.
Finally went into the bus and I saw on the steps of a plate of fruit cake. I took a few pieces, welcomed with my mouth full --- Uh wait a minute-that was not my group I was in the wrong bus and that was not my fruit cake.
I apologized - and danced to Hayley, had me laughing for the right bus, where we tried to persuade the group to another walk, which failed.
And so it was soaking wet back to the camp to take up our fuel. It stopped raining and we could from a vantage point but still a photo of the group in front of the cloud-, Uluru make dripping.
Back in Allice I packed my things the next morning I was finally hitch a ride to Port Augusta and prepared myself for the night before. Our tour group met at a restaurant for a farewell dinner. After an eerie walk through the nightly Allice we arrived there. I ordered Kanguruh Concan-chilli-and hoped for the remains of the maeddels to me too many then. So I could taste the camel. 4 half plates and very amusing conversations later, I realized that the rice that had a Maeddel on her plate, was a little too al dente (hard rock). Without further ado, I went to the counter, explained my concerns and had, as the cook at the wrong set microwave knew minutenspaeter a full plate of spring rolls and rice in my hands. The spring rolls were torn from me flux, I had only the least chewable rice.
Hayley had something like a guestbook, where you could write words of thanks. I had been without a notion of my incredible potential, asked to write her a poem. Good things take time, but when I finally recited, I could look at me a little taste of my tour group genoa, so far had their mouths open in amazement. I'm not even native speakers!.
Enough of this well-deserved self-praise!
The next morning I went to 5 with my luggage in a shopping cart to Outskirts, where I was looking for a ride. Some offered to take me 100km, but I did not want to sit in the middle of the desert, and rejected, others gave me something to eat! If I had been not been smooth, I had for Hayley can camp in the garden. A contractor offered me finally able to tell me mitnehmnen 280 km. Still desert, but at least a gas station. But first we went to his company, where I spent an hour until I took one of the employees. I got on well with him, he taught me a node, the trip went by in, at 12 I was in Kulgera, a nothing to nothing. Kulgera consists of a gas station and a pub. had
In Allice I found a camping chair that I was now at the best services. I sat up at 6 on the road, no one stopped!
evening pity on two backpackers, their car was too crowded, no room for me!
Exhausted, I pitched my tent on the roadside (cost of camping $ 10) that the upholstered back with Wuestengrass and made me ready for bed.
held at the side of the road a car full of Aborigines. They had taken me, her car was only 7 people on 5 seats for Aborigineverhaeltnisse still relatively empty.
Since I had been laid but a strong recommendation to my heart, not to hitchhike with Aboriginal people and given the time of day, I was leaning with regard to the lack of space with thanks and tried my luck on the next morning. A very long morning.
I ate raisins, sun-dried toast and peanuts, but overall very little.
noon liberated me, after a short war, three German police officers in a luxury caravan of my stay forever appearing in the void.
They took me to Cooper Pedy, the opal town where half the population lives in caves. Cooper is probably the hottest place in Australia.
a brief visit to the supermarket later we said goodbye, and I went, again with a shopping cart on the way to the highway to hitchhike.
As I passed a pub, I was held, namely in two of the working Pubbesucher Supermarket as a butcher and he kidding me by angrily about my featured Einkauswagenentfuehrung.
I promised my things to hide on the highway and then bring the cart back, which amused her, we got to talking and 10 minutes later I had a hotel for the night underground in a house. In the evening we visited a pub, I got 1A steaks for dinner, the next morning, I first wanted to visit an underground church, met the pastor who invited me to church on Sunday and after a long chat about everything under the blessed and made me on the highway and was of the same German one more time with him. Your engine had problems, however, we had to 100km repent and so I sat back on the highway in Cooperstown. This stain ungefaher as large as Horneburg - Each is a large-knows-everyone community, are all very friendly, the wait went on a ride in a flash, because each one waved. Sorry, but no one went in the right direction, so I gave up the evening together looking for my stuff and I went looking for a place to sleep.
My backpack was not even completely on my back, there was a woman, Anna, on the roadside and offered to bring me-in the city. We spent an hour in the supermarket, directs her friend, I accepted their offer with coming to a carnival ball, and I was, I should find no other accommodation , With her and her two sons, Jack and Jesse spend the night. Anna took me to the gym, where I was watching her son in cricket and also once threw a ball.
We drove my luggage to her house, also underground, which is located 4km outside Coopers. I felt comfortable from minute to minute in the small Wuestendorf.
evening we went, Anna, her friend and I-to said panel ball. The music was great, it was clear by now that I could uenernachten with Anna, all danced extensively
and I again met a Finnish girl who I met on the Fraser trip.
at midnight-typical Australian-celebration was over, wanted to celebrate Anna elsewhere, leaving me to the Finland woman, she knew not the way, escorted to their hotel.
Anna would then bring me home as soon as I had given notice by telephone.
well and good. Although I had received, but no network means that I could not call Anna. The 20 dollars that I had with me and all my problems solved in a phone booth would have, had disappeared without a trace. (Loose in your pocket. .. Yes Mom, you told me that hundreds of times!)
I had no choice but to try my luck on foot. After half hour wandering around the city looking for a shortcut, I finally walked the long, well-known Way to the highway in complete darkness trudged along the highway, looking for the road (gravel road) which leads to Anna's house. There were no street signs and street lights, the houses are underground and therefore indistinguishable and it was hard to find a road at all. My flashlight had become no better, and brought only enough light for 1 second. In the description of the way Anna had a street accidentally forgotten, was that the second and the first entrance the right thing. I took the first four wandered for hours in complete darkness between geroellhalden and roofs (Cooper is a sea of sand hills and deep pit Schaechter, since almost everyone is looking for opal and fossils) was two times one meter in front of a precipice, before I saw him, before suddenly startled startling birds and trotted, sleep deprivation, hunger and thirst unpaid toll, back to Cooper. One step at a time. There I went to the gas station, from where I was allowed to call Anna. She was probably in an underground house and not reachable. (Later I learned that she and some friends had directly heard the highway music. I had heard the music, but was out of fear stayed away from drunken Aborigines.) Still, it was warm in the gas station, the morning is in Cooperstown namely very cold and I froze outside. Since there were no sleeping facilities, I walk, it was now difficult to keep your eyes open, to the pub and put me on a bench. There it was again too cold. So back to the gas station! Here's a shift change had taken place, the new cashier showed less sympathy for my obscure situation, let me call but despite. Unsuccessful. The sun had now risen, I went to the bathroom and fell asleep in seconds. The cashier woke me 45 minutes later, I drove from the gas station and advised me to go to the police. I would not. The only place I did not want to butcher the wake so early in the morning, where I knew people was the supermarket. So off to the supermarket. Just as I opened it arrived, 7:30 clock. I sat on a cardboard box, nodded from time to time, and finally a voice Wife, who looked for me like Anna's sister. Rosa, very nice, but not Anna's sister had mercy on them, spoke to a supermarket employee and he promised to drive me home by 1 clock and handed me $ 20 in hand, so I could buy me some food. Adhering to his advice, I went to another gas station, as a wonderful burger and went to the library to enlighten you and kill time. Everything ok? No way! Closed Saturdays. Too bad! It was Saturday. So I looked for the next wooden bench on the Schulgelaende and fell asleep.
When I woke up hours later, I was surrounded by two mothers and their children who asked me if I was all right. I Bejat. Seconds was later pressured me a cell phone in hand, I spoke to the police, I had to explain, and assured that I was fine. The ambulance, which otherwise would have cost 400 dollars, was again canceled. I put down the phone, looked around, well, there were two policemen in front of me. The mothers had kept me at first for a funeral, then saw my breathing movements, had I can not wake up from my Tiefstschlaf and therefore considered unconscious. They called the Polize. After I left my name and assured once again that I was fine, I was finally able to go, I chatted with a Croatian in the supermarket was an alcoholic and - thanks, danke'danke-home brought.
I told Jack my story, finally had a bed in mind, was now no longer tired and played video games with Jack. Hitchhiking to that day was to not think. Jack is 16, has ne 1A-world view is quite intelligent and I get along really well with him, go with him twice a day through the desert, mines, river beds and the like, to give the dog exercise. Yesterday, we voiced our goal to throw the stones. His brother Jesse is 8, advance Authist, his schoolmates in some fields, 4 years, loves numbers and words, tells every 3 minutes, how much Clock it is, but other hand, quite anxious when he has to take one step at a Geroellhalde. You can
the words see, I am still with Anna and also stay until Monday. Anna, Jack and Jesse want me to stay longer, even, because I baked them the best pancakes of her life and apple strudel. Yesterday we were here at the Breakaways and Laenen fence in the world, attraction. Other book bus tours there, I made a family outing. Again, wonderful!
Jesse's friend Cane in his age to be pretty much all seem to know about the nature here, came with us. He loves to hike, but unfortunately never gets the chance, because his parents are divorced and not enough time for him. Consequently, he sits every day on television, without really want. Waste of a magnificent potential.
Jesse is anxious to climb alone and so I led him by the hand up and down steep slopes. He trusted me and so I half-led half-carried him on a steep mountain. About 10 times since then he asked me whether I can still remember it. Does it seem like a lot. :)
Now I sit in the library and finally to write. It was happening, not everything was good, but many good things would not have happened if I had not taken into unfortunate situations at the right time right place at the right people.
So "do not worry!" - Do not worry
All the best from the world capital of the Opals, the small, fascinating Cooper Pedy
(spelling errors, duplications and unfortunate statement are included, the essential is recorded and that's the key, I just want to finally blog not only write but also what to do)
Timm
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