Adelaide, South Australia and a tiny rant from a high horse...

Our camper van adventure ended in Adelaide, capital of South Australia. We eventually (after a night in a not so great hostel) checked into a great hostel run by a very friendly Swiss lady. Sian and I signed up for the city lights tour of Adelaide and also a trip to a German township, on the outskirts of the city. Hahndorf was unfortunately rather commercial, but all that was forgotten when I found a lovely cake shop.

Hahndorf.

Unfortunately I don't have a photo of the cake, sorry Gaz.

Adelaide is one of those places a lot of travellers dismiss, it's certainly not as "happening" as Sydney or Melbourne, but we found plenty to do. The state museums are excellent and no I'm not just saying that because they are free. Although I do now find myself considering museums solely on the entry fee and of course "donation only" is another way of saying "free".
If memory serves me well (unlikely) the State Museum had some really interesting footage of Aborigines in the late 1940's living off the land. They were dressed in what as Europeans we'd call tribal clothing, hunting with spears. It's interesting learning a little about Aborigines. There are still huge problems here, some Aboriginal communities are not getting basic facilities. I actually learned this from Lana (I originally met her in Argentina, we caught up last week over lunch) who works as a social worker in Sydney, but also helps out with a charity that pushes for clean water in Aboriginal communities, yes CLEAN WATER apparently isn't obligatory in all of Australia.
I think there is a certain expectation of some (and I stress that, some) Australians of European descent, that Aboriginal people should integrate better. In Alice Springs the cinema had a notice asking all patrons to wear shoes and be of clean appearance. It's easy to assume "we", the modern consumers smelling of a brand deodorant and wearing the latest shoes made by a child in some far away country are right and those not meeting this criteria are wrong. But who's to say there's only one way to be?
I think asking a people who have been isolated from any other race for thousands of years to suddenly surrender to the 21st century and all it's flaws is ridiculous. Yes there are some grave problems in the Aboriginal community, child abuse being the most shocking, but the government or should I say previous government seem to have had a rather heavy handed approach to the problems. In the Northern Territory a state of emergency was declared, strict drinking laws have been enforced (physically Aboriginal people cannot tolerate drink like most races) stopping anyone from drinking before 2pm and in some bars enforcing a two drink maximum. However the community these laws are meant to help weren't even consulted.
It's very different from New Zealand, although Aborigines are also claiming back the land, it seems with less success. By this I mean there is no such thing as a 100% Maori living, the last person know to be of full Maori blood died over 20 years ago. The Maori people have mixed with those of European descent for hundreds of years. New Zealand may still have issues of racial equality (from what I saw, more in terms of how Samoans are treated), but the different cultures have mixed together. There are still differences and of course problems (again a problem of child and spousal abuse in the Maori community), but in general a common ground has been created. This isn't the case in Australia. Of course there are some people of both Aborigine and European blood, but the majority remain quite separate.
In the Northern Territory a huge area of land was given to an Aboriginal community (payment for what was wrongly taken in the first place) along with 10,000 cattle. However no one thought to educate the new farmers in farming! So a few years go by and the new land owners approach the government for some more cattle to replace the 10,000 dead cattle. It's assumed that a group of people living a nomadic existence off the land for thousands of years, will in the space of what 50, 60 years, a blip in their history, assimilate to Western ideas.
There is no easy answer to the problem and I certainly don't pretend to have a full understanding of it either.
I'll be interested to learn more as I travel further in Australia. I hope no one takes offense from what I've written, I realise each country has it's own set of problems, for me it's very interesting because outside of Australia I don't think these issues receive much (if any) media coverage. Also my first thoughts of Australian history involve those poor sods forced out of Britain and Ireland for stealing a loaf or the like. It seems there are a lot of wrongs to right.
So this post has turned into a kind of rant, apologies. Here are some photo's from the rest of our time in Adelaide.

Sian and I found a hostel offering free bike hire!


The pretty streets of North Adelaide


The beautiful beach at Glenelg.


Adelaide has so many of these pretty trees in blossom.

Coober Pedy, opal capital of the world.

After another early start, okay it wasn't that early, we arrived in Coober Pedy. Coober Pedy, is not only difficult to say without at some point calling it Peeder Coby, it's also an opal mining town where most inhabitants live underground to hide from the soaring temperatures, sometimes as high as 50 degrees in the midday sun.
We checked into Riba's underground camping ground, we were disappointed to find we couldn't park underground, some scaremongering about carbon monoxide poisoning...However we were allowed to take the bedding from the camper van and use one of the caves. Yes caves. The campsite is an old mine, that has been blasted out to create individual caves.

Entrance to the Campsite.

Our campsite.

Rather distastefully this led to hours posing in "hostage" photo's. Included in the price of one night's stay was a tour of the opal mine on site, now only open to tourists. People are still arriving in town to stake a claim and there are still plenty of opals to be discovered.

Rick talks explosives.

Some of the tour was interesting, but it also became a little too detailed and a little creepy, when Rick told Sian she looked just like a girl he use to date in High School and then asked her if she was indeed the woman he dated forty odd years ago. We managed to escape back to the cave for the night.
In the morning, we stepped out into the blinding sunlight. It's amazing how cool it stays underground, a constant 23 degrees. It was also lovely to leave the flies outside too.
After checking out of Riba's, we headed to Faye's Home. This was the first underground home opened to tourists. We learned from the current owner, Colin that Faye was a bit of a pioneer. She arrived in Coober Pedy in the early 1960's and realised immediately a hotel was required. She set about opening a business, while at the same time digging out her own home. Now you may conjure up images of some sort of hollow in the ground, but in fact Faye dug out a huge three bedroom home with the help of two female friends. They didn't use any machinery, but created a really great and rather stylish home.

One of the bedrooms.

Even the TV reception is great underground.

Sian models the pool table.

The home looks a little like a James Bond set, it has a bar, cellar and even a swimming pool, although the latter is above ground. Faye sold the house over ten years ago but with the condition it always be open to the public for tours. Faye went on to run a successful hotel on the Gold Coast. It really is a unique home she built.
Coober Pedy not only has underground homes, but also churches. We visited a small catholic church and a Serbian Orthodox.

Coober Pedy's Catholic Church.

Entrance to the Serbian Church.

Coober Pedy has also welcomed a few film-makers over the years, look familiar?

From Pitch Black.

Mad Max anyone?

The Rock

Our second re-location was from Alice Springs to Adelaide in a Britz camper van. We were given enough miles to be able to visit Ayers Rock and Kings Canyon on the way south. We left Alice Springs with a camper full of food and supplies. Our first stop would be Ayers Rock National Park. There is a full resort 30 or so K's from the Rock. We arrived at the resort and booked a spot in the campsite.

Our second, slightly more upmarket camper.

Yes me and the Rock, and yes I always drive like this.

We decided to watch the sunset at the Rock, but arrived in time to have dinner first. We enjoyed a meal, so much that we almost missed the sunset, we were busy doing the washing up.
It wasn't quite as we imagined as the sunsets behind the viewing bay, so you don't get a shot with the sun going down, but rather with the colour of the rock changing in the setting sun. I felt rather bored and found myself looking around, at first I thought this is just the result of seeing too much in the last eleven months or so, I've become jaded. Then I noticed Sian, in an attempt to entertain herself was trying to create the illusion of holding the rock in her hand. It seems that not only I, was bored.

"She's got the whole wide Rock, in her hands..."


The Rock

Once back at the campsite we were treated to another beautiful starry night. We set our alarms for the ridiculous time of 5am, so we could pack up, watch the sunrise at the Rock and then be on our way to Kings Canyon. However as is often the case with early starts we slept in. I mean it wasn't like we'd travelled thousands of kilometres to see the sunrise at Ayers Rock or anything....
After finally waking we decided to spend an extra night at the resort and try again in the morning for the sunrise. It actually worked out well, we had time to hike around the base of the Rock and make a stop at Kata Tjuta.

Me at Ayers Rock.


From the information booklet provided we thought the base walk would be 4k, instead it turned out to be much further and I'm still not sure how this happened. Up close the Rock looks completely different, there is visible scarring and colour changes and at one point the outline of William Shakespeare.

The Bard.

Prepared for the sun.

It was a gloriously hot day, something that we hadn't expected. A few days before there had been rain, a very rare occurrence. Although since arriving in Australia it has rained almost everyday, I'm tired of locals telling me how unusual this is. So much for a drought.
I think the base walk took us about 2 and a half hours, there's very little shelter on route, so we arrived back at the camper exhausted. The great thing about travelling in a camper is being able to eat where ever you want. Once again we had a great view of the red rock while we ate and drank.
We decided to head to Kata Tjuta, more rock formations with special significance to the Aboriginal community. We took the short hike to a beautiful oasis.


Classic Australian Signage.

We decided to stay to watch the sunset, and of course eat another meal. The next day when our alarm went off at 5am we did manage to get up and packed. We were disappointed to find the sunrise viewing point doesn't give the opportunity for a photo with the Rock and the sunrise, but rather the changing colour of the Rock. I'd recommend to anyone visiting in the future, watch the sunrise at the sunset car park, and the sunset at the sunrise car park.
So there was only one thing to do, eat a cooked breakfast.

No we didn't have salad, but I couldn't find the right photo.

It was a whole lot cooler as we drove to Kings Canyon. We intended to do the short hike and then get back to the Stuart Highway that dissects the centre of Australia. We hoped to make it to the Northern Territories/South Australia border before night.

Dead Leaves, Kings Canyon.


We arrived at a campsite with plenty of time to spare, so enjoyed another meal and setting sun.