The West Macs
Trip Start Sep 08, 2011
85Trip End Jan 08, 2012
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Alice's Secret Travellers Inn Alice Springs
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
It was a fairly early start (7:45am) and rather than a huge coach of tourists it was a mini bus with just 8 of us; 4 Australians, 2 French women, 1 Korean and me. And the guide of course. From the outset, I should say that the ranges are amazing, but the guide, Tony, was brilliant – it was like being shown around by Sir David Attenbrough and an Ocker mate at the same time.
We were set to be travelling all day, visiting/seeing various sights. The tour started slowly with the first stop being at Flynn’s Grave. I didn’t really get it – maybe I hadn’t fully woken up yet – but it appeared to be where this Flynn fella (something to do with the Flying Doctor service, I think, but I could be wrong) was buried with his wife. The site was marked with a huge boulder of some Aboriginal significance that I didn’t quite understand on the grave – but I took a photo anyway. As Bev (back in Adelaide) would have said, "George, you’re such a tourist!" Guilty as charged.
Next stop: Simpsons Gap. On the way we saw a strange sight. There were numerous trees that had been burnt, but the tops of the trees were green. Tony explained that these were special trees. Being Australia, they were adapted to burn in bush fires, in fact they thrived on it, because it was in these fires (at certain temperatures, but that’s a whole different story) that the trees released seeds to be germinated. Furthermore, the trees never completely died in the fires. Special trees? They were zombie trees!!! Is nothing normal in Oz?
Simpsons Gap was a short walk from the mini bus and well worth the visit
With that done we made our way to Standley Chasm. This was more than a short walk from the mini bus. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t (or at least didn’t seem to be) particularly long, but it was a 40 minute round trip on foot, which by my reckoning is about 2 miles. Again, however, once we’d got there the 'effort’ had been worth it. It was like the Gap, but bigger, hence the Chasm. There was no water here, but just being there made you feel really small.
Next on the agenda, after morning tea, was a short stop at the Ochre Pits. Ochre was mined by the Aboriginals and then traded between the different tribes for medicinal or artistic purposes. Then came one of the highlights of the day: Ormiston Gorge. After lunch, we donned our swimmers (swimming trunks/bathing suits for those of you not up on your Australian English) and headed to the gorge which had the most spectacular view of the day and a lake. Open water with no crocodiles, sharks or jellyfish? I was in like a shot! The whole experience was fantastic; the water was great and the backdrop was simply awesome (and I use this in the correct sense of the word).
Reluctantly we left Ormiston Gorge, although as an incentive Tony had promised that we could swim again later in the day
On returning to the bar, Tony was in conversation describing how brilliant something was. The phrase he used was, “It’s the duck’s nuts!” I almost fell off my chair with laughter. He couldn’t work out how I hadn’t heard that before, so I told him that we don’t use that expression, what we (the Brits) say is, “It’s the dog’s bollocks!” It was the turn of the Australians to fall about laughing. They’d never heard that before and thought it was the duck’s nuts!
Our final stop before returning to Alice was Ellery Creek Bighole. Yet another awe-inspiring gorge, with great sand and the most beautiful lake. Unbelievably, it was almost tiresome saying superlatives to describe beautiful spot after beautiful spot. Simply put, it was wonderful. Naturally, we went for another dip in the lake. The only thing in my mind, while in the water was, “This is as good as it gets.” While planning this trip to Oz, top of my list of things to visit was Uluru, but now I feel I might be disappointed, because the West Macs were/are spectacular
I had commented to Tony, that I’d noticed (maybe ‘noticed’ isn’t the right word as you could hardly miss it) that most of the highway we’d travelled on was straight and I was wondering if I could get a photo of a suitably straight stretch of road as it is an icon of Australia. “No worries.” On the way back, true to his word, he stopped and let me go out into the road to take the photo. My day was complete.
I loved the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, but this was way better. If you ever get the chance, go to the West Macs!
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