For this next part of the trip, we visited the World Opal Capital of
Coober Pedy, the iconic Pink Roadhouse at the Hottest Direst town of
Australia, and had one of my slippers stolen ( or eaten ) by a dingo during the night.........then we
crossed border into Northern Territories, and jumped from the Geographical Center of
Australia.
When we reached the outskirt of Coober Pedy, we decided to check
into a caravan park with a difference. It is difficult to go pass
underground camping when in Coober Pedy. The camp manager took a group
of us into his small Opal Mine at the back of the Park, and gave us a
very interesting tour of what Opal Mining is about, at least now I know,
how NOT to ignite explosives.
Our campsite is inside a large cave, with each site occupying a
private cave-room, it is quiet, with comfortable temperature, and above
all, an unique experience.
In the camp kitchen we ran into quite a
few groups of young Working Holiday travelers, on their year long
visa, allowing them to work and travel throughout
Australia. We have been running into many of them throughout our travels in
Australia in the last few years. This is no exception, small groups ( or a couple ), driving a used car, roaming all over
Australia,
doing farm works along the way. They come mainly from Europe, less so
from the US and Canada, and a growing number of them are from Asia (
Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese and Hong Kongers). The Taiwanese girl we met
that night, was half way through her trip, partnering up with a couple
of German boys in their car, helping each other with chores, navigation,
cooking etc. Most of them are university educated, some got bored with
a 9 to 5 existence after a few years into their careers. They would
typically follow the season's path to work in farms along the way. In
this case, they have just finished picking apples and tomatoes in the
south, and is now on their way north to pick Mangoes. The pay is
reasonable, mandated by government regulations, but the work is exhausting, very different from their
comfortable upbringings, but they are all very happy doing this.
We left mid-morning, and checked into Coober Pedy town, the Opal
Capital of the World ! Coober Pedy is an underground town, because of
the extreme temperatures, most of the dwellings are dugged into caves.
Being on the edge of the deserts ( to the north) and on a major National
Highway, it is quite a busy and international town. Foreign tourists
would be flown in from major cities for a day or overnight trip, and
local tourists passing through in their campervans in all shapes and
sizes.
Because of the scarcity of water, all outsiders are required to pay
20 cents to refill our 20L tanks at the local depot.... just to remind
us that H2O is not to be wasted mindlessly.
Coober Pedy itself is
poke-marked with dug out for Opals, some might consider it an eyesore,
but it has a beauty of its own, you can make your own judgement when
looking at the pics.
Other than the ubiquitous Opal Galleries, we toured a few
underground homes and local mines. None demonstrates the tough
characters of the locals more than Fay's underground home. It was hand
excavated by Fay and her two companions, thirty odd years ago, she's now
nearly 90. The home boasts 3 beautifully appointed bedrooms and an
indoor swimming pool as well.
The landscapes surrounding Coober Pedy is full of arid deserts, with
wonderful colours, the Breakaways is renown for its beauty at dusk.
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| The Breakaways near Coober Pedy |
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| The Painted Deserts |
After
a full day at Coober Pedy, we continued our trip north eastwards
towards Oodnadatta, but not before we filled our fuel tanks and two
extra 20L jerry cans as fuel supplies ahead could be very expensive. The
drive through the awesome Painted Desert,unlike the previous few days,
is distinctly lonesome, not another car to be seen for the most parts.
Other vehicles can be easily discerned by the raised dust cloud a long
way off, but none could be seen today.
We reached Oodanadatta township, other than being the self proclaimed Hottest Driest Town of
Australia, its iconic Pink Roadhouse is well known to 4x4 trippers.
Here is a video about it being for sale
http://au.tv.yahoo.com/sunrise/video/-/watch/28713482/
There are a couple of International helpers working there ( a
Canadian and a British, from memory ) when we walked in, but apparently
we were the only wayfarers staying there that night, save a school
inspector from Adelaide, whom we met at the camp site. He was to inspect
the local school just behind the fence, over the next couple of days.
Although it is a very small remote town boasting a population of 200+,
half of them aborigines, but it does have a school, recreation
facilities and other basic facilities. Here is the link to the schools'
web site
http://www.oodnadattaab.sa.edu.au/
The next morning, we unloaded the jerry cans, and siphoned the
fuel into the main tanks with fire extinguishers by the side. It turned
out to be quite a easy job after working out the tricks of priming the
simple "jiggle" siphon.
After sorting out the camping permits for
Dalhousie Springs, our next stop in the northeastern direction, in the
direction of the iconic Simpson Desert, we bade goodbye to the friendly
staff at the Pink Roadhouse, and the few Coke drinking aborigine elders.
Unwittingly, we were actually following the Old Ghan Railway line
ruins, the Adelaide - Alice Spring service, over the last week or so.
Our route had covered Marree, Coward Springs, William Creeks, and now
Oodnadatta along the way. Later that day, we were chewing our lunch by
another one of the abandoned stations, at Pedirka.
Dalhousie Springs is a popular camp site on the main track to/from
Simpsons Desert, formed by over 60 natural cartesian springs. When we
arrived in early afternoon, there were already quite a few campers set
up and were horsing playing in the springs. But the springs were so
big, there is room for everyone, as it turned out, by late afternoon,
few people were around, and we had the springs all to ourselves. So was
the next morning.
On waking the next morning, for the life of me, I could not find one
of the slippers that I left outside the tent, and I could not see how
any of the other campers would be interested in one of my non-Armani
slippers, intriguing indeed. When I asked a resident Ranger who happened to drive pass, about what could it be, he just smiled and said, "dingos
like chewy things!".... puzzle solved.
As we pushed further north, it was again another lonely day.
Sections of the tracks feature sharp rocks, the landscape is very much
Mars like, hot, dried and god forsaken. Remembering the poor bloke we
met in Coober Pedy who had to wait for a week to get his shredded tyres (
$400/piece) replaced after coming through this way, I took special
care, whatever that means!!
We had a small rest at the famed Mt Dare Pub, the only drinking hole
and fuel stop for those heading into the Simpson Desert, and quite a
few ended back here, rescued by the able Mt Dare staff, and a few
thousands dollars lighter.
To go head long into the Simpson Desert is
not to be taken lightly. For starter, with a petrol car like mine, I'll
need to carry at least 8 jerry cans of fuel on the roof, plus 60L of
water, to crest those 1100 sand dunes stretched over 800Km, for 5 days.
The only good news is, it is a well travelled track, and it is "busy",
relatively speaking.
We
crossed into Northern Territories soon
after leaving Mt Dare, it was quite an anti-climax, just a nondescript
rocky track with a cattle grid, no fan fare, no quarantine station, no
nothing !!!!!!!! Boring!! With a small sign, if one is not looking, one
would miss it. It is not unlike some of the State crossings in the US,
but there are the busy street scenes, not emptiness, that mask the
state borders, e.g.
crossing from Massachusetts into Rhone Island, is totally nondescript.
After passing Finke, on our way to the Lambert Geographical Center of
Australia,
we ran into a couple of cars, one has a broken axle, on their way to
Birdsville ( Queensland side of the Simpson Desert ) for the famous
Birdsville Racing Carnival. Unfortunately the broken axle meant, it had
to be towed 140 Km away, but it is better to have it broken here, than
inside the Desert. It is the other 80 series that got my attention,
also with a petol engine, the bloke told me the 8 jerry cans of petol on
the roof rack are all he needed for the numerous times he
crossed the desert, in fact, after the races, he'll be
crossing
the desert back this way. Talking about experience...he's got it. By
the way, for his poor mate who's got the broken axle, the tow truck
won't be turning up for another 6 hours at least, and he'll keep him
company in the meantime.
We reached the Geo-Center after navigating through a maze of soft sandy tracks, yap, here it is, with the
Australian flag fluttering, I nearly starting singing Advance
Australia
Fair, but couldn't remember the lyrics..........! Australia is finely
balance about this point, so when I jumped down from the marker, I have
to be extra careful, lest I tipped
Australia into one of the oceans, ever so slightly!!!!!!
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| The Center of Australia |
We reached back near civilisation at the Kulgera Roadhouse on the
Stuart Highway and settled into a windy night of camping, well before
sunset, and saw the tow truck leaving to pickup the broken axle car we
met early in the afternoon.
Please enjoy the photos via the link below...
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2011 Outback trip ( Geo Center )
Aug 28, 2011
by David
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