I was thinking at this point I would have gotten used to the extreme heat of the region but NO, not me. I was the girl who was turning into a puddle of sweat by standing still at 6am. What worried me was on this particular day, we were about to set off on our longest walk yet. The walk was at Kings Canyon with the first bit called Heart Attack Hill (a steep incline that I can only describe as 3 stages of hell).
Stage 1 of Heart Attack Hill
Despite having second thoughts as I stood at the bottom of Heart Attack Hill, I lugged my 3 litres of water with me and set off. Sometimes I can be such as idiot as I can only imagine this making a crackhead on a treadmill happy. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn around and I was to chicken to tell everyone that I was ready to throw in the towel so I keep trekking forward as the sweat started pouring off of me as though I was stuck in a torrential downpour.
All I have to say about this experience is despite the fact that I almost drowned in my own sweat, it was well worth it. The sun may have roasted my skin and the 3 litres of water magically disappeared but the views were amazing and well worth the hardship that I faced.
The sun rising over Ayers Rock
I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Four in the morning is the time that one should be coming home after a good night out. For me, however, this was not the case. The alarm went off and we were quickly greeted with a sharp knock on the door to let us know that it was time to get a move on.
The reason for waking up at this ungodly hour was to catch the sunrise at Uluru. I had visions of magnificent hues of oranges and reds floating in my head. The idea was totally off the mark but it was still worth the early wake up call. Something that is a definite must if you’re ever going to visit Uluru as it’s beautiful to watch the sun come over the rock.
The camel that I rode...not eat
My motto has always been that I’ll eat anything that won’t kill me. What I didn’t factor into this was that on this particular day, I’d be riding around on a camel in the morning and then munching down on one later that evening. Camel sausages to be exact and just like Kangaroo, I’m not a fan. I don’t know if this is because I found the sausages to be rather greasy or the fact that I took one out for a joy ride earlier that day.
Either way, I can now tick eating camel off on my list and know that this is something that I won’t be doing again in the future (eating…not riding as that experience was pretty cool) as this is just not my cup of tea.