in Darwin, as you know, I boarded a plane with a kangaroo on the tail and flew to a small Alice Springs, which is a geographical measure of Australia. This town lies a mile close look much like a bird's eye like a giant massif embankment, Todd River, which you do not have ...
In "Alice", suddenly growing out of the midst of the desert, even more clearly visible gap between indigenous and migrant inhabitants of the continent. Most of the Aborigines, who managed to survive numerous massacres and clashes with the Europeans, the temptation to give in, unfortunately, unknown to them before "luxury", such as alcohol, drugs and fast food. Addictions come in shocking speed, because the Aborigines did not have innate immunity, which we have, for generations accustomed to stimulants. In remote Aboriginal communities from civilization there is a strict policy (zero tolerance!), People are not adhering to them are removed beyond the pale of the community and forced to koczowania in cities. Virtually the entire city center Alice Springs (a total of 5 streets) is occupied by Aborigines sit for days on benches and curbs. Whites tend not to pay attention to them, while the Aborigines give the impression as if whites did not notice ... Two separate worlds ... Really, this dichotomy and social inequalities hinder fondness Australia.
And I flew from Alice Springs to the most famous stone in the world, ie to Uluru. Finally! And I'm glad that I flew, for the most impressive Uluru doing aerial view, allowing you to fully appreciate the monumental size.
moved into a 20-person dormitory and headed down to nearer to meeting with the scales. The most charming a walk in the National Park Uluru - Kata Tjutas This is among "many heads", called the Valley of the Winds. Kata Tjutas (ie, in the language of the indigenous inhabitants of that territory, "many heads") is impressive orange domes, among whom there is peace and quiet, punctuated only by the ubiquitous flies. This mystical calm emanates from the scales can understand why for the local Aborigines Tjutas Kata, like Uluru, are the holy place.
visited Uluru up close the evening, to admire the power to change color in the rays of the setting sun. Greyish, in the last rays sun shines bright orange, as if he became a source of light.
the desert headed towards the ocean calm and rain forests, the mountainous eastern coast porastajacym near Cairns. There he met again with Phil, and together we got to the old railway climbing up towards the small village of Kuranda, amid the tropical forests. This trip was by far the most spectacular train traveling I made! Along the way, 15 tunnels carved into the rocks, stunning views of the coast and the captivating waterfalls ...
Kuranda bustling between 10 am and 15 pm, when the reigns of the two streets, only the tourists catching a few hours. Later life is dying, and the village remains only a handful of residents and visitors a handful of remaining a little longer. Strange that so few people opt for a longer stay here, because there really is what to do! You can choose among other things, to walk over the charming during the dry season (ie now) and absolutely impressive waterfall in the rainy season Barron Falls.
Kuranda however, will remain forever in my memory thanks to "the hostel famous Mrs. Miller", where we stayed. This spacious house was built in 1907 by mill owner for his daughter, but rather quickly was annexed by the Methodist Church as a youth center. I think that times have come from the metal bunk beds and mattresses wygniecione springs ... From about 40 years hostel works here, this used to run with an iron fist Mrs. Miller, now would be able to artistic ruin.
do not know who is currently the owner of the hostel, because it deals with the conduct of Hans, a retired Austrian origin, and the rake used to be hippie, now a philosopher and lover of art epistolary, and above all an eccentric par excellence. It seems to me highly unlikely that I ever even had to sleep in the same zapuszczonym place. Certainly not zdecydowalabym August to stay in this forgotten place by the gods okay, if I was alone! Fortunately Hans and przesiadujacy whole days and nights watching television the alleged son of the owner, in an indispensable and inseparable raincoat walking stick, turned out to be rather harmless lunatics, and in closer contact, even likeable:)
From Kuranda, again by Cairns, we arrived here, that is, to Port Douglas. What a variety! This seaside resort with a real event, around palm trees, ferns, mangos and diffenbachie, among whom nesting parrots and kukabary and the water in the pool is clean and warm. Stay here for a whole week, whole week without packing and unpacking your backpack! Yesterday nurkowalismy at Agincourt Reef, one of the outer Great Barrier Reef coral and admit that there are reasons to fall to the United Rafe most beautiful dive sites! Underwater coral gardens give way only to those who saw the Surin and although there is no such abundance and variety of marine life such as the Ningaloo reef, coral beauty itself provides enough impressions! In the coming plans for a four-walk plaza, boat cruise into the sunset and have dinner with exotic birds at the local zoo. True, we now would like to change it with me places? ;)
to hear from Sydney!
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