More than 300 km in full Australian desert from Kings Canyon and the largest city in central Australia, Alice Springs.More than 300 km dirty road - with holes, stones, cars remains, photo points, three gas stations and a village that resembled a roulotte park - through which tourists and locals, making it in some inhospitable points.
Yesterday saw no kangaroo - except what was stuck on mine and Joãos` plate - and today we will see the Australian icon.
We walk, walk and walk. We looked everywhere, left, and right for the spare tire. Anything. Only a few wild horses and cows. But judging by the excrement that existed in number and size, the animals should be all there, looking at us and laugh at themselves.
General laughing must have been when we had to stop to change a tire.
But then, like a F1 team, we took the bags from the car, let go the spare tire, took of the original tire, put the car in the air, we removed the tire, lowered the car, shook nuts in less 15 minutes. As girls looked at us and took pictures.
Camaraderie was what we feel because the cars that passed us during that time, 3 or 4, stopped and offered help.
After this episode - an adventure, I'll say! - We had to go direct to Alice Springs, risking not continue between the mountains, in the dirt, no spare tire and a plane to pick up towards the Great Barrier Reef.
As for kangaroos, despite signs on the road to have care with them, although we see broken cars that could only have crashed on an animal to stay in that state, not see them. As is the Zoo's recollection of Singapore and who bought a pen.
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