Alice Springs, NT, AU
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.
Tiffany and Greg Around the World
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.
Well we were gonna lead into this entry with some intro along the lines of “we have changed appearances several times over the years, and so has our blog.”
Then Greg put together a collage of pictures of us and he realized something…
When you wear the same 3 blue t-shirts for 3 years straight, well, it makes your “appearance” about as consistent as humanly possible.
Stuff the witty intro then!
Hey everyone, we’re changing up the blog!
One of our favorite stops in Alice Springs was the Kangaroo rescue center
Where we learned more about the complicated relationship the people of Australia have with their semi-official national ambassador…
They have trains that traverse Australia. One of them, called “The Ghan” bisects the country running from Adelaide to Alice Springs to Darwin and when we bought the tickets online they charged us half of what the website said they would…
…kinda wish we knew that BEFORE our car broke down in the middle of the outback but hey, it’s a better story this way…
So after having our car break down in the middle of an Australian zombie outbreak and narrowly escaping with our lives it was time to seek alternate transport.
But at least now we understood why the koalas hang out it the trees. Apparently zombies can’t climb eucalyptus. Come on, have you ever seen a zombie Koala?
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Well, after spending a week with them in the wild as they laughed at our misguided attempt to repair our car we can confidently say that neither have we.
The Beast in sleep mode
We were asked if we thought we got ripped off and lost money on our Aussie car when it broke down and we were forced to scrap it. Some of you may recall that in New Zealand we managed to sell our car for the same price we paid for it (oh, and NOT spend a few hundred on maintenance in the process…) so at first the comparison burned us a little bit. Then we did the math:
Take 4 sailors without boats, a bottle of wine, a ukulele without a tuner, a fervent desire to celebrate the holidays and way too much free time and what do you get?
Hi-larity.
It’s time again for another foray into our tiki-style Christmas carol extravaganza!
This time with a little help / good natured tomfoolery from our friends Rod & Elizabeth, who we just happened to stumble across during a visit back to California…
(hey, what!? We all happened to both be back in CA at the same time? As we already told you all, in the sailing world it was just a matter of time and proximity.)
They were even nice enough to teach us that cold war Christmas classic…
Australia has a lot of coastline. It ranges from swampy marshes, to beautiful beaches, to craggy cliffs and everything in between. Victoria, in the southeastern part of the country, has miles of land that meets water. One of the most celebrated of those regions is the Great Ocean Road. We first heard about it in a travel magazine a few years ago, and Tiffany thought it looked gorgeous so we decided to check it out (via wine country of course! We’ll post more about that soon.)
Little did we know that this was…a thing…that one does. Drive the Great Ocean Road that is. It’s a thing…that Australians ask…if you’ve done. So consequently….
(Hey, who are we to say it’s not epic?)
In Australia, they don’t call it a “bull bar.” They call it a “roo bar”
And it seems like every vehicle over here has one.
And we wonder where they got the idea for Mad Max…
The first thing we did on our great Australian overland excursion was to (inadvertently!!) find out why this is so: