The wine the night before helped to sleep long today. At least with the three of us. I was once again too soon awake, so I went to the Roadhouse at 6 clock to take the first morning coffee. The owners were sitting in front of the TV looking forward to the weather look, which was indeed shot in Tilmouth today at 4.00 clock. I got my coffee yet anyway, and began to write the blog, which I did not write at night for obvious reasons.
Around 7.30 clock woke the others and then slowly we went again to the pool for a morning cool. Then we ate some small cleared in the shadow of the camper together, and drove off. The owner told us the evening before, that we could drive to the salt lakes. We would then simply pick up the keys to the gate with him.
This we did and now drove out the 25 miles to the lakes. Helene and I went a little too far, so we suddenly landed in the wilderness. So we turned around and our fellow passengers waited on us with a smile. So we drove back to the lakeside. Unfortunately, it did not have very many birds, such as those found else here, but the seasoned salt could be seen clearly.
The next goal was to Alice Springs. Good 3 hours later we were parked there and on the edge of the center. We strolled along the shopping street. Want to sit on the green areas Aborigines sell their works of art. In the side streets, it has cozy coffee bars. The city is very clean and alcohol is also back in public places and on the road by buses prohibited.
A little later we sat in a cozy restaurant in a courtyard, which was overgrown vines. Actually, should now go our separate ways, as Aurélie and Romain have little time available to, to get back to Darwin. We decided to spend the night in Alice Springs, and they opted for the onward journey. Since we are going but also to Uluru, we arranged to meet in the parking lot in front of Ayers Rock for tomorrow evening at 18.00 clock.
We said our goodbyes and Helene and I were at a cross street, a coffee, which had indeed closed but the power was available. Another couple walked past with a laptop and they rejoiced over this connection to Europe as well. After emails and blogs, we had walked back to the sunset near a parked camper. It was still the only car in the parking lot. Strangely, the evening always runs in the villages do not have much, but as though it would be most comfortable.
Then we made our way to the campsite, took the opportunity to get our Outbackwäsche fresh again and enjoyed the few flies. Then we enjoyed the evening and the luxury we have learned again re-evaluate.
