A Town Like Alice

Today we flew to Alice Springs. The flight took about 2 1/2 hours and we had to change our watches again. I am now 9 1/2 hours ahead of the UK. From the plane there was virtually nothing but empty  bush to be seen other than several large salt pans glittering white.


The red centre of Australia can go for years without any rain at all, but the last few days have seen torrential ran and even flooding in places. As a result the bush is not red at all but is verdant green, only the rocky outcrops are the vivid red that one expects to see.



We were warned that the flies can be a nuisance, so I treated myself to this very fetching fly net.


Soon after our arrival at this very nice hotel we gathered again to go for a bush barbecue. We were taken to the banks of what is usually a dry river bed, today there was a river flowing. Beside the river our hosts had erected a cirrugated iron shelter and a camp fire was burning.


Before it got dark we were given a lesson in throwing boomerangs.  None of us completely mastered the trick. I was spectacularly unsuccessful!


After we had eaten our host doused the lights and we enjoyed the stars. Without any light pollution they were brilliant. Our host pointed out various constellations and for the first time in my life I was able to see the patterns that people talk about.

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3 Responses to A Town Like Alice

  1. Pamela Frieslander says:

    Wow! It sounds spectacular. Typical isn’t it, doesn’t rain for years and then you come along. There’s always freak weather on holiday!
    Love the net – very sensible. X


  2. Naomi Tschoegl says:

    Loved the net. We could have used it this summer to ward off the mosquitos. The trip sounds incredible! Hope you get to see Uluru at dawn.


  3. sandra says:

    The blue net is stunning. How do you keep the mossies out of your corset?


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