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!We arrive at the viewpoint. Arround us the KatTjuta
and the Ayers Rock. The clouds upper the Ayers Rock
seems to be painted. Slowly with the mouvement of the
earth the sunrays light the clouds  with a strong red. The scenery
is unique. Everybody is there to take the best picture
of this unforgetable moment. The girls are packed in
the "couverture" and look like monchs. The
clouds beginn to change color into an orange....Its
easier to let the photo speak by itself so here they
are....in the gallery.
Like allways in such a environment I m the last to get
back to the bus. Sometimes I can realy stay hours enjoying
this moments. But breakfast time has come. A Satay smell
in the hair? No satay for breakfast its just Sean s
hair who are a little bit smelly. Everybody has still
his cup of tea, a toast or cereals. I m hungry to.SATAY
MAN has prepared everything. Everybody is happy and
that s what I like in this group. There is never something
negativ, nobody ever claim about anything...wellllll....euhhh...maybie
there is a little thing. Sean and me instored a ritual...the
Beatles ritual witch consist of repeating and rerepeating
the same song: OBLADI OBLADA....and that not just one
or two times...After the trip this song was our, it
is now for me forever bound with my friends (that happen
when you listen 10 000 times the same song). The song
of the SATAY MAN and his group...Julie, Nelie, Eva,
Aoifa, Mike, GeBook, Pascal, Stephan, Ingo, Ulla, Jamie,
Collin, Linda and me. But were is Walter....? Walter...ups...Walter
our imaginaire friend is dead. This morning Sean took
the Bus and forgot that Walter was sleeping in front
of the car. The two wheels compress his unvisible body
into a flat one. The only rest of our Imaginary Walter
is a hut and his spirit. A Green hut and an hole spirit.
May he live in peace!
But who cares ? Did you ever kill "nobody"
? The adventure continue. We go to the Kata Tjuta park.
Sean explain us that in this easy walking park, with
very very easy tracks a guide lost 11 of his people.
How can that happen ? Of course at the end of the trip
he found them at the bus...but losing 11 people...that
s not common. And so we decided to make a little joke
to SATAY MAN...he walked fast and as he took a little
distance we hide in the bush. But, Satay Man just continue.
He never came back to search us. Maybie he was happy
to lose all his group ! 14 people lost and 1 dead. That
can make a man welknow.
 Okay
time to go out of the bush a join Satay man. Arround
us huge red curved rocks and the sound of the birds.
We stop and listen to one of SATAY MAN story. The story
of the aborigine. Each time he spoke about them everybody
listen to him seriously. This man can tell stories,
and that not everymans thing. He told us about the different
ethnie, about the different coutume and the capacity
to survive in this hard environment. This people he
told us can have an immence capacity of remember. Some
of the aboriginal people could tell you exactly the
position of a place that they visited once when they
were little. When they tell a story to transmit secret
and tradition every single word would be exactly the
one choosen by they ancestor. Sean could realy give
interest to this people...He asked once why they are
no Aborigine-guide ? Why is Sean from South Africa here
and not an Aborigine ? The answer was clear. The way
of life of aborigenal was so different that some time
the Guide will not appear. You can t say a aborigine
to be each morning at 5 o clock in the morning ready.
His way of life is so different. The best guide is the
guide who is there for you. Not the one who doesn t
care anything.
Funny all this stuff. Sean continue to speak about the
culture. On the trees two birds were flirting. And as
distract as I m I could resist to observe them...First
they approach each other...Then the one come clother
and give a kiss to the other....until....whhhhhatt....until
they copulate. Sean was speaking under the tree of the
copulating birds....If you don t believe me look in
the gallery. I was so enfant terrible that I took a
picture...Sorry birds ? Image 36...if you can zoom you
will see.
The promenade continue...GeBook stopped sudently !!!
With a typical HOHO. I don t know if you saw rainman
with Dustin Hoffman s HOHO...its the same. It s so funny.
We are in the middle of the park and GeBook stopped.
HOHO. What? Ge Book is out of battery for his camera.
That the kind of thing that is realy anoying when you
have just 11 days holliday in a year and that you can
t take pic because NO BATTERIE ! We solved the problem
! He will get my second camera....But know I have this
HO HO in the head...
After this nice treck time to eat. Of course the woman
should prepare the food. Nelie s IQ by doing this took
50 point more. The good old macho man deep in me could
expect something else than WOMANS COCKING. Hehehe. But
I will help, by eating and taking some pic. That s a
deal. The funny thing is that when I provoqued Ulla
(the german Math-English teacher) she respons with good
arguments against me....I love this kind of provocation.
And the one who know me know I m not that maccho.
We enjoy the food far away from our stinky shoes and
sucks. Very stinky.Then back to the road and Julie and
Nelie s strange stories.
There is man nude. His clothe are near him.
The man is dead. All arround him walls. And on one hand
he hold a stroh (Don t know how to spell it ?)
The Question that will make you mad is HOW DID HE DIED
?
If you want the answer look at the window on picture
59....or look in article DAY 3
I tried to gues and we finaly found the
solution Sean, Eva and me. Its was a lot of fun. Wish
you were also there to share all this good moments.
But well.
Most of our friend in the bus were sleeping. I could
resist to take some pic of them. Are they not beautifull,
without any problems, with neutral face...far away but
so close.
On the road we stopped to the Salt lake ( nothing compare
to the Uyuni
Salar in Bolivia). But we had also fun. Jumping
on the wood stick or drawing on the fantastic red sand.
On the road again...until Sean surprisely stoped in
the middle of nowhere. The endless road in front and
behind us. On the side just bush. He took his Axxxs
an say...Follow me. But where ? There is nothing here,
no giant rock, no water, not even a kangoru ? We follow
him. Satay man looked like a killer, like somebody how
wants to eat, and that was it. We are searching for
appetizer. Not the common ships or olives. No the appetizer
SATAY MAN was searching was a grub. Exactly say a witchity.
He examines the earth on the bottom of some trees and
then beginn to grab a hole in the earth until he found
the "racine (don t know the word in English)".
And after two try he found one. A huge Witchetty. Our
SATAY MAN took the one thinger long insect and gllloooops
! He eat it. Everybody begann to scream AHHH...IGGGGGIT...BEEERRRK....
But it was funny. Who s next ? Try and guess ? My best
friend Ludo and my brother would tell you: FREDDDDDY
is the next. Why ? Because if there is something that
somebody should not do, well I will. And so I did. The
taste is realy strange. A kind of raw-Egg like taste
with something new. Later I will try it grilled...It
s much more tasty. Like chataigne nuts! After this apperitif,
each other of us followed the explanation of Sean to
find our dinner. And everybody begunn to search in the
bush for Witchetty, we looked like 14 homo sapiens searching
for food....but was realy fun.
For dinner we catched 3 of them, but one fell on the
ground and spllllashhhhed like a egg. Gee Bok adopted
them and give them a name. Hope he will not be to attached
to them because they will soon be in the plate. Can
you imagine to eat your domestic animal ? Me nether.
Campground n 2. Today we eat Camel. Yes Camel food.
You have to know a little story before eating. Camel
were imported from the Oriant here. There were the only
animal who could resist the hot country and help to
discover the OUTBACK. But when the railroad came, the
camels beginn to be useless. Some of them were abandonate
but survived in this environment. They beginn to grow
in number. The wild camels are know a huge number. And
the guess what we do with them ? We export them to South
Arabia ? Can you imagine that ? Its like exporting chocolate
to Suizerland. But tonight we eat them. As desert the
Witchetty. SATAY MAN grilled them at cut them into pieces.
And you know what, this time everybody eat it. And its
good. Its like a nut. Very tasty. I love it. A lot of
people examinate this insect before eating it but they
did it. For some it was a challenge....and they did
it...YYYYYYOuuuuuuhuy...I m not that crazy ! The fire
continue to lighten the group, Mike the strong german
Mike took tree after tree and put them in the fire.
Not a little peace of wood no a tree. HOOOOOOT. Maybie
he is a pyroman. Because each time he put a tree in
the fire, he smiled.
Then stars appeared, well they were here since few hours
but we looked allways in Mikes fire.... SATAY MAN took
his guitar and song the 8 songs he know well. It was
realy nice. I realy enjoyed this moment a lot. If I
only could play 2 songs well ? In few month maybie.
Then I took the guitar...played few accords and then
somebody else took it....Everybody sang, everybody played,
even Mike tried and he could play guitar. Maybie he
wanted to drop it in the fire..But he didn t. It was
top of the top. I specialy loved Julie because she had
a great capacity to catch peoples attention, she has
the kind of thing that attract people to her, her smile,
her joy of life, her tolerance...and her voice when
she play guitar... I realy like her even if she is Canadian.
You know Canadian are not so smart...and when they speak
French it sound so "funny" !!! Hehe no I m
kidding.
I set close to Julie, listen for a while. And suddently
something happend, Nelie and Julie begun to improvise
and this improvisation begunn to be a song. I join the
two compositor .The SATAY MANS SONG.. Take the Music
of the rising sun, put this words and you get a gift
for our Guide.
Mr SATAY
There was a man from Alice Springs
We called him Satay Man
He took us to the Uluru
And showed some awesome rocks
Day 2 we went to Kata Tjuta
Ans saw the rising sun
We had some awesome breakfast there
And were the zoo for all
And then we went to drive a lot
And heard some county music
That made us all go bananas
And then we drove some more
We went to stop to our denise
He took the stick and Axxxxssssssss
We went to find the Witchetty Grubs
Dig under Witchetty trees
Our hero decided to eat a grub
To show us how it s done
And so we all decided to try
And ate a roasted grub
That night we all sat round the fire
And listened to some tunes
We ate and sang and had some fun
Untill we fell asleep...zzzz
Shawn this is a song for you
For all the fun we had
The way you smell was not that bad
We son t tell Annies Place
We learned some of the outback here
Your stories were so nice
Shrek 2 was always interesting
There Yet ? and also BOOOOORing
We hope your next trips will be good
And always will be fun
Right now, we wish you all the best
Enjoy your seventy fifth.
Slowly everybody arround us hide in their swag...Julie
and I continue to talk and talk and talk...until a voice
screamed if we could go somewhere else to talk. The
Francophone !
Time to go to sleep came and I went appart of the group
again, to have a nice quite night out of the snorrrs.
The moon toucht the horizont went I feel asleep.I was
allmost over me when I wake up the next morning...
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