Tiffany and Greg Around the World
OK so you finally figure out where the heck Uluru/Ayers rock is and you at long last secure some decent wheels to get you there…
…Then you dive for 6 HOURS until you see this
And you’re all –
But you’d be wrong
because once again Australia lied to us
Like we said, Uluru (AKA – Ayer’s Rock) is not IN Alice Springs.
It’s 287 miles away.
Then there’s the whole bit of us then needing to immediately backtrack that whole route in order to make the 1786 mile drive from Uluru to Cairns.
Through, might we remind you, that whole “barren wasteland where nobody lives except freaking feral camels” part of the country.
(gonna say that twice – FERAL. CAMELS.)
And us with a car that went and got itself all kablooied up all the way back in Adelaide.
So there we were, middle of the desert, no car, no transit system that links to Alice to Uluru to Cairns and on a short time table.
It’s moments like these that Greg loves being married to Tiffany.
Throughout our journey, many of our friends and family members have been concerned about how dangerous it can be to travel. Obviously we all know that some things are inherently safe like staying at an all inclusive resort and never leaving the property.
You can stay in your shell like this hermit crab in Fakarava.
And some things are inherently unsafe (think standing on a dark street corner in Tijuana) when it comes to traveling.
One can presume that it only gets worse when the sun goes down. petracross
Alice Springs is an odd place
So we set out to explore the many different facets of this little big town in the dead center of nowhere.
