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Kings Canyon Magnifique. C est incroyable. You know
this kind of place were a wrong step can be your last.
Well Kings Canyon is one of this. Watch out were you
go because here there is no fense to stop you falling.
SATAY MAN begin to tell us a tausend of stories when
the white man came to conquier the Aboriginal land.
A sad and funny story. Sad because the conquest of aboriginal
land is fatal. Aboriginal culture and law are based
to land. Everything started with land, the relationship
to physical and spiritual world beginn with land. As
simple example, check a aboriginal painting: its an
aeral representation of their land and the action of
the ancestor in this environment. You don t see a painting
of a man as such, you see a painting of the representation
of a man fron a bird perspective.The cultural belief
and they reason of existense is the land. Take the land
and you will kill the aboriginal culture.
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Well the telegraph story is part of this colonisation.
Imagine that England had the brillant idee to construct
a telegraph that will cross the country. Bloody hell.
For somebody who drive by car through this country,
he will know thats not a very good idee. First the aride
climat. Second the huge distance. 3 no abundant food.
But whatever, the construction will beginn on the two
extreme until they will join each of other at on point.
Same principe as the Tunnel under the sea beetwen France
and England.
But at this time it was on the desert and it was a cable.
Tausend of km to join, with wood sticks and a cable,
menswork, no machines. The Telegraph-story. This guys
didn t expect a such difficult task. Surviving in the
midle of this aride climat...and when it was raining
it rained to much...well lets says this ID was not the
best one. And an additional problem came: they had a
deadline. On the one side the people had finished but
on the other not. What to do the day of inauguration
to transmit the first message. Say that they were not
finished ? This people could say that to the royality
and so like a kid will do, they just lied. They said
the work was finished. But it wasn t. And in the desert
nobody could ever notice it. So they decided to transmit
the telegraph in the missing part with a trick. The
message will first go trough the telegraph, then stop
because of the stopping line, then they will post a
camel at each 50 km with a men on it. Each Camel will
ride to the next with the message until they reach the
other end of the telegraph...and there, they will send
it online. The Fake telegraph will function. And so
they did. Few month later they finished the connection
and the English King get the knews about that. But if
they will punish the mens for they lie, they will ridiculised
themselve. So they do what each government do when they
don t want negative publicity, they dig the story as
deep as they could.
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 We
continue to walk in the park, full of rocky cliffs and
georges. A scream here give a fantastic echo. All arround
us the rocks were hidding secret tracks. If you walk
with a group and wait a little bit, the group will disappear
behind a wall, a georges and without the marks it will
be very difficult to find them back. Walking there without
marks is like walking in a labyrinth. I love it !
Sean gave us tausend of different indication, very welldone,
very precise and instructive. This guy realy do it well.
He is a little bit like me, he takes his work serious,
but himself not.
I mean look at him on the picture...can you believe
this is the best guide I ever had ? It is so nice that
we imagine a strange thing. Yes imagine in two days
Sean will meet his new group, and imagine, the group
will be the same. Imagine each 3 days will allways be
the same. You know like the movie with Bill Murray (Frensh:
Un jour sans fin - German title: Taeglish grusst das
Murmeltier). Yes we wished this adventure will not stop
today....We had so much fun all together.
But everything has a end, the good and the bad one.
Back to the road. Next stop Camel and Kangoru watching.
I took a break and tried to sketch a little bit. And
for the first time since month, I could draw without
freezing. I m realy happy to come to south east asia
for that...no cold anymore, and a lot of drawings.
Back to the road. Next stop. Camel riding.
I quit my copilote post, after played 1000 times again
OBLADI OBLADA. I join Julie my allways happy and nice
Canadian girl, Nelie my IQ changing charming beauty,
Aoifa my funny-buddha girl, Colin who seems to sleep
70 % of the time and when he wake up he make this wierd
face, you look at him and can die of laughting. Linda
who write my IQ=0 (they just wish I will be not so inteligent)
and Jamie the Killer Look. Together we played tausend
of games, the paper Frogs, the Who I m
game, witch consist to write a name down, put it on
someone head. Everybody know has to gues who he is.
The question must be answered with a YES or NO. Today
we had 1-Aoifa who
smiled me but hate me, because she was Buddha,
2-Jamie as Donald Duck,
3-Nelie as Omer Simpson
(fits good for her IQ), 4-Julie as
the Pope (strange we never
had a Canadian Pope...could be realy funny. Imagine
Rock Voisine or Celine Dion in Rome !), 5- me
as Sean the Satay man (our
guide for those who don t follow anything) , 6-Colin
as Pamela Anderson , 7-Pascal
as the CrocoHunter Steve Irwin.
We realy enjoyed all this moment, never boring allways
entertaining. When I write this down my friend I realy
thing intense about you. I loved the time with you guys.
Break. Time to ride the Camels.
 I
remember the first time I ride a horse in Malaga (Spain
5 years ago ?!) , this huge animal, strong and beautifull,
elegant and fast. I remember the little problems I had
to manage this, and the joy I had to ride as fast as
possible without feeling any danger..."trust you
must" will say Yoda.. But the Camel thats a different
story. They don t realy look inteligent, they seems
to be bored by us and when you sit on them and they
begin to take of from there knees well, that is not
very elegant. But the baddest thing ever is when they
begin to ride.....AHAHAHAHAHAH, my balllllllls. Hye
Houiie...that hearts. Realy...its funny for those who
look at but next time I will reoganize my parts bellow
the belt before sitting on this giants. In five minutes
I just won 5 octaves ! Michael Jackson voice. AOUUUUH.
Okay break. Everybody splitt in the park and look after
the different animals. I take my sketchbook I try to
draw a Camel. I m standing against the fense and concentrate
on this Ball killers. Suddently I can feel something
pushing my head. I can t realy turn, because I want
to finish my drawing...The huge things that is pushing
my head and make me a "Callin (how to say that
in English), is a Camel. I think this stupid looking
female fell in love with me. Maybie I look good for
them ? Same stupid expression ? Could be. Gee Bok I
think you took a pic from that. Could you send it to
me ? Thx.
Well time to go back to the road....until...until Nelie
comes in the front...what ? Ho she is sick. Okay lets
stop. Sean Stop the bus on the side road. I take his
key. He don t understand whats going on. Everybody smile.
Whats going on here ?
SUUUUURRRRPRISE. Here is a present for his 75 tour.
The Satay man song. What the emotion deep in us could
not tell, the song and this words just do it. Everybody
in the bus take the paper with the words of The SATAY
MAN, Julie take the guitar and play....we sing together...Sean's
surprise.
And what should happen happened. Alice Springs. We arrived.
Time take a showel, time to leave the bus full of mashmallow,
paperfrogs, red uluru sand, Sataysauce, marker on the
windows, stinky foot smells, and happy souvenirs.
But before the team slipt tomorow a last party. The
funny thing is, for the first time I saw everybody clean,
from SatayMan without Satay sauce in his hair to the
girls full of nice parfum....Finaly.
Time for fun, drinks (The 80% glass Snapps and 20 %
balley that I discover thanks a unknow lady at the bar),
then Gee Bok s special Korean drink that he shared with
us. An honour for me. I appreciate so much his compagny,
a great men full of surprise and knowledge. Than the
Kangouru and the vegetarian pizza....the happyness....The
perfect end. Last pictures of an 3 days adventure that
seems to be weeks...I loved the time with you guys.
Hope to see some of you somewhere...
The people splitt, some went sleeping and some not.
Of course Julie and me (the frenchies) had some more
energy left for discotheque, Colin and Aoifa to, and
Joseph a french guy I met tonight came too.
Tomorow, next advendture. I don t realy have plans...We
will see what the future brings.
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