8.8.15 - Kings Canyon | Alice Springs

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.

7.8.15 - Ayeres Rock | Kings Canyon

Fisrt of all, i start this chronicle by saying that I'm a day late in writing. The desert has these things, despite the modern times we live in, there wireless isn`t every were, electricity either.Uluru was so magical that I don´t tell you the rest.We were sleeping at Outback Pioneer Lodge, a hostel prepared for walkers and people crossing the desert, very military style: houses with tin ceiling, hot tub and barbeque.Thankfully, the bathroom was scalding because the temperature was down to 3 ° C!The barbeque was community; ie, each bought their meat and would grill it. The monitoring was included with the meat but the beer was apart. I bought crocodile; It was not as good as one that I ate at Sony Platz in Berlin and later in Tasquinha Alentejana in Cucujães but it was good and I was the man of my barbecue.Rooms at the hostel were 4 people and therefore, João was with the Chicas and I was making new friends. It happened to me a German couple with a child of 13 or 14 years. They snored all night and the kid woke in the night talking. Not sleep at all, to top the dawn was early.At 6:30 am we were on the road to watch the sunrise in the mountains of Kata Tjuta, also considered sacred by the natives.Among Uluro and Kata Tjuca there are highs and despite 40 kilometers away from each other, are clearly visible. After sunrise on the mountain, we walked a bit around it, the path of Karu in the Valley of the Winds.From Ayeres Rock to Kings Canyon, our destination, were more or less 300 km in full Australian desert. With expectations at most to seeing kangaroos, camels and snakes to cross us ahead, we put the road. Wild life here we go.
After about 100 km from our departure, a gas station, I talked with couple biker, from Melbourne, crossing the country in two Harleys. It is the first time they go to Uluru, having shown them pictures from yesterday. They were between 50 and 60 years; yesterday at sunset in Uluru, another couple of Melbourn, older than this, also mentioned to me that it was the first time we were there; travel in Australia is expensive, not everyone can do it. It is in these moments, to hear this, which I think is worth enjoying, enjoy the trip, focus on me in the landscapes, the places that I know, gastronomy, culture; I'm lucky to be here; and that luke has a lot of work.The trip went peacefully and in three hours we reached the destination.If Uluru is magical, Kings Canyon is the true work of God. Like any fault, like any disaster of nature, creates unique, brutal and beautiful surroundings.We walked for 5 hours by 6 km of paths allowed in the Canyon, where we saw the tectonic plates above and below; I looked into the abyss and feel vertigo to sit on it, with nothing between me and the ground, hundreds of meters below.If Uluru is magical for the sanctification that local gave him, Kings Canyon overwhelms us with its size and the orange rock that acts as a real cell.At night, looking at the sky, with the Milky Way and its 1000 constellations, I saw once again how tiny and our reality.