The Sleeping Giants (Kata Tjuta)

The night passed quickly and I was up for new adventures. After waking up early and trying to heat myself up both in the shower and later by the fire, I ate some breakfast and decided not to take off any of my 5 layers of clothes as it was still very cold at around 6 in the morning. On the bus I tried to get some sleep but it didn’t take long before we arrived at the sunrise lookout, where dozens of people were already waiting to see the Sun. The lookout was really special, on the left hand I could see the amazing Kata Tjuta and right in front, just by the horizon, was Uluru. The enormous rocks looked like sleeping giants at the brink of dawn. As the Sun was slowly becoming visible people got more and more excited, cheering, clapping and so on. It felt weird, especially considering how early in the morning it was, and I would rather see the sunrise on my own but I totally understand where the reactions came from, the scenery was incredibly beautiful so no wonder people got so hyped. Not every day you can see such an amazing view. When it got lighter we drove to the Valley of the Winds with breathtaking, peculiarly looking Kata Tjuta, a rock formation comprising of huge domes covering the area of about 22 square kilometers. It’s hard for me to say why Uluru became more popular than Kata Tjuta for the latter is both bigger and taller than Ayers Rock. And apparently even more important for the Aborigines than Uluru. In Pitjantjajara the name means ‘many heads’ and indeed Kata Tjuta looks like a group of colossal beings from ancient, legendary times. In the Valley of the Winds it was incredibly … windy. The wind was blowing strongly and sometimes it was really hard to take a step forward, especially when climbing up the rock. The tour guide walked with us to some point and after the walk became less dangerous, left us on our own so we could sightsee at our own pace. I tried to walk quicker than the others to get to the head of the group and soon the people disappeared in the bush and I could stroll through Kata Tjuta by myself. I really love when I can enjoy the scenery on my own without talking to anyone, just admiring what I see. In such once in a lifetime occasions words are too small and unimportant to break the silence. Well, maybe not complete silence as it was still windy. It’s weird how 3 or 4 years ago I couldn’t understand people who ate alone at restaurants or cafes and now I actually prefer solitary adventures. I guess time not only flies but can also changes the attitude.

A couple of hours after arriving at Kata Tjuta it got warm enough to get rid of some of the clothes I was wearing and 1 layer of clothes finally felt comfortable enough. I got on the bus and for the rest of the early afternoon we drove to the camping site in Kings Creek Station. On the way we stopped at a grocery store where a funny emu was one of the residents. It was good to see it walking around and not in a cage. It took some time to get to Kings Creek and after we arrived I took a shower and afterwards went for a walk around the place. I saw some camels in a pen and thought it would be great to ride one someday. Australia is home to Australian Feral camels and there are more than one million of them down under, and because of the large population the animals are exported to other parts of the World, especially the Middle East.

Later I took part in preparation of the dinner. There was quite a lot to choose from: camel steaks, sausages, potato bread baked in the fire and some other things. I also tried fire-roasted marshmallows for the first time and they were fabulously sweet. I stayed by the fire for some time and later jumped into my swag which felt more comfortable than it did the other night. Again the night was really cold and I could hear some dingoes in the bush.

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