Curtin Springs

Tuesday early morning seven weeks ago we watched again the sunrise. But today we saw the Uluru in the distance, but therefore the Kata Tjuta pretty close. Kata Tjuta is the name of the traditional owners, whereas when first seen by Europeans it was named after the Queen of Württemberg at that time, you see always the Swabia’s 😉, The Olgas (and not after her older sister Olesja – which would then sound funny as The Olesjas 😅). We started the so called “Valley of the Winds” walk early that day, as it usually closes at 11 o’clock, or even earlier depending on the temperature. In essense, I was prepared for a rough hike, but it was much easier than expected. And instead of taking 4 hours, I already finished after about 2 hours. Kata Tjuta consists of about 50 individual domes, which were eroded differently over time. In between these domes are deep cracks, and the track was just making a longer loop around some of the domes . Afterwards we did the short Walpa Gorge walk, just underneath Mount Olga to the end of the gorge, where a waterhole was supposed to be. I met again Caim with his two ladies, they told me, that they were not doing the walk up to Uluru, but instead just enjoy the time around it. At noon we drove back to Yulara and Meg was directly heading for a 5$ Soya milk whatever coffee. Well…we finally realised that we have different priorities during travelling, and in the end I dropped off Meg in Yulara. She wasn’t even willing to participate at the fuel expenses, as the other two travel mates before. In the end I didn’t care too much, I was just relieved that this problem was solved. I don’t get paid for it, as I already explained, I don’t see the point why I should have such kind of stress during my travels. I mean it’s also my lifetime, and not just her holidays.

In the afternoon I went to the only local mechanical workshop and asked for a new tube for my spare tyre. For only 80$ they just did it, without balancing, but that’s fine for the spare tyre for the next week. And yes just the tube was changed, as I’ve split rims, and hence, tubeless tyres doesn’t work out. At the workshop I met Edi. He’s a bloke from Norway and drove all the way from Norway via Asia (southern route) to Bali and then shipped his bike to Perth. Then he continued to do so for 20,000 km in Australia just in the last three months. Now he’s heading off west through some deserts back to Perth. It was definitely impressive to listen to his stories and experiences he made in some remote places. The stand of his motorbike broke and needed to get welded until he could continue. In the end we talked much longer than I needed to wait for my tyre, but it was definitely nice to have had this conversation. In the late afternoon I drove back on the Lasseter Highway and met Marcus on his bicycle a few km before Curtin Springs. He’s from Switzerland and has made an amazing journey in the last 4 years on his bike. He cycled all the way from Switzerland to South Africa, just to ride eventually from Argentina to Alaska on the Pan American Highway. After finishing that, he rode through New Zealand and now is heading north to Darwin just to ship is bicycle to Bali. What an amazing trip is that!!! He has my full esteem.

Uluru from the distance…
…and a close up view of Kata Tjuta…
…during sunrise
The walk led along the deep cracks…
…around some domes…
…and finally up a small col.
Beware of skiers 😂
The Olgas
Marcus from Switzerland, who has my absolute respect

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