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Menoreturnagain; The Boomerang Posts; 12

...and moving along...


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The Pimple Bursts - (newly arrived?  You'll get more out of this if you click the BoomerangPosts label below… honestly, you'll enjoy the ride!)

Having said hasty farewells to our not-so-knight-in-tex-mex-outfit, we were scuttled onto the North-bound road 'plane by a rather surly 'coach captain'.  It was mid-'arvo', and blood sugars may have been getting low, but on the whole, it must be said that the atmosphere on the bus was less than welcoming.  Even from some familiar faces.

Quite a number of our new companions were from the Nullarbor 'plane, so you'd think there might have been at least a nod or grin.

Nada.

Then there were the Ansett staff.  Cap'n Steve was not about to let us off the hook for having delayed his departure from Adelaide.  There was a lot of silence.  Then would come the cracks about three-legged donkeys and such like.  Over the intercom.

Bob, the off-duty 'captain' was responsible for handing out the pillow and blanket that would ensure travelling comfort on the Ansett 'road-plane'.  There were half a dozen passengers who joined the bus at Elizabeth, as we had now done; they got the goodies.  We did not.  It could have been an oversight.  This bus was full, as in all 40 seats occupied.  Aitch and I, while seasoned travellers by this time, were still not of that nature which puts its hand up and says "Please sir, may I have one too?" 

We used our backpacks and Chinese sunhats to hide our chagrin.

As the night drew in, it was clear that we were not being spoken to.  We were barely included in the orange juice round.  Our fellow passengers, unlike the Nullarbor 'plane, were not inclined to reach out to us.  There was none of the camaraderie to which we had become accustomed.  This was a different sort of Australian we were up against.

The Eastern side of the continent takes itself rather seriously.  But we were only halfway there really!  Dead centre to be exact.  Well nearly.  First, we had to drive up through the Simpson Desert, using the Stuart Highway (A87).  Passing the great waterless lakes, which were salty anyway.  To our far left was Maralinga.  The A87 actually cuts through some of the designated Government area related to the nuclear blasting.  On the very edge of the invisible border, lies Coober Pedy.  By the time we drew in at this stop, some 850km North and West of Adelaide, Aitch and I were feeling a bit on the fringe.

taken from Google Images
It was about 9pm when we offloaded for refreshment.  A meal and the now-familiar syrupy, mooing cuppa was awaiting us and, as I recall, some pretty decent toilet facilities.  This came as a surprise because this is a town with a distinct difference.  This is the place where folk live underground!

We were due to depart a little before midnight so had some time to visit a couple of places.  Things were alive and open because it's cool in the night.  I remind you yet again, OZ is made up of significant tracts of desert.

Here's the chapel.  Thanks to Aitch for this shot.  We both would love to go back and actually spend some time in CP - absolutely fascinating!
image copyrighted to Ms HMR

As we gathered to board the bus again, folk had wound down a bit and began chatting.  One lady, in particular, wanted to make sure we were okay.  Miss C was from Winnipeg, Canada.  A retired lady travelling alone, she had spunk, and we became firm friends.  (Indeed, continued contact until only a couple of years ago.  Aitch and I are concerned that she has now passed - no family to advise us, unfortunately.)  It was Miss C. who told us that the driver had been muttering all the way up to Elizabeth about lazy Poms and crazy women… say what?  Us!  The whole bus, apparently, had decided that silence was better than crossing Cap'n Steve!!!

Speak of the devil.  On he got, along with Cap'n Bob and the pair of them started in… only this time it was a happier tone.  "You ladies okay then?  Did you get our pillow and blanket?  What kept ya…?"

In a nutshell, cap'n, your company's incompetence.  But we'll let that slide in return for a good ride up to Erldunda.

The Sceptical Tourist Fishy (STF) was learning the style!  Aitch couldn't believe I had been so sassy, but it earned us the comforters and extra orange juices, so we decided we had been forgiven.

I must have been able to sleep a few hours of the next leg because all I remember is waking up with the sun on my face and Cap'n Steve calling out that the next change stop was in sight.  Erldunda is another of those great little dwelling places in the middle of nowhere which end up making it somewhere.  It is the junction between the Stuart and Lasseter highways.  This is important why?

Here was where a few of us dismounted and retrieved luggage to take a side trip to Yulara - Uluru and Kata Tjuta (Ayers Rock and Olgas).  When the much smaller, but not quite mini, bus turned up to collect us for the Lasseter Run, the driver (Who Had A Name…, so let's call him WHAN), got a surprise.

"R*****e and MacLean!!!  I thought you were left in Adelaide."

We were speechless.  Australia, it seemed, was a village with all the grapevine and gossip that entailed! So that entertained everyone for a good half hour. Later, Miss C. told us that some of the mutterings she'd heard might have been over the radio...

image copyrighted to Ms HMR
After an age, we had Mt Connor pointed out to us.  A much larger edifice than Uluru, but the latter was where the Anangu Pitjantjatjara placed such honour and mystery.  The growing tourist village was quite new when we arrived.  It was hauntingly beautiful, fully ergonomic and environmentally low-impact and you hardly knew it was there until you were upon it.




9 comments:

  1. Aunty you should...wait maybe you are...write a book.WOW
    Hugs HiC

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  2. An accidental tourist being refined.

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  3. we love the chapel too!!! it has something very special...

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  4. Enjoying the tour across Australia. The only overseas trip we're likely to be taking for a good while yet.....

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  5. You have amazing travels. I haven't left the house in a couple of weeks!
    We've bought some videos for night time viewing. It's a lovely escape. The most recent is set in Oz. Take care! xxx

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  6. Another sweet adventure ~ ^_^

    Be Safe, Be Well,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  7. People live underground? Didn't know that.
    Your travel adventures are truly fun to read.
    The first part of your 'plane' ride sounds off-putting.
    Glad it all worked out in the end.

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  8. Your stories make Australia even more engaging sounding. Nice to be reminded not to walk backwards or run. namaste, janice xx

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  9. I was following your travel adventures, but somewhere lost track. Came here to get the background to your latest post. Fascinating!

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