King me - Nico and gang do the not-so-red center

After dropping off and having a couple fun nights out with Kevin, Cameron and Sarah in surprisingly modern Darwin, it was time to head south.  Accompanying me for round three were Andrea, a Canadian friend from Perth, as well as Ida and Elina, Finnish best friends.  Remember that skepticism I had from the start about traveling with three girls?  Entirely unwarranted.  Heaps of fun.

We stopped first at the waterfalls of Litchfield NP, taking a final refreshing dip in the plunge pools in preparation for the desert to come.  A day's driving then got us to the historic Daly Waters pub, home of the most isolated red light in the world.  This was Outback Australia; the cowboy providing entertainment ended with a poem that praised American pride after September 11 and imploring the crowd (some 50 years older than us on average) to take some of that pride in Australia and bring it to glory.  Hopeful Asian immigrants didn't seem to fit in to his vision.

Next we passed through the aptly named Devil's Marbles before hitting Alice Springs, 'The Alice', for some car repairs and Ida's birthday.  One problem though, "Why is the red center so green?"  We had assumed until then that we just weren't in the right part yet, but if the capital of the red center wasn't red, what would be?  Should probably be called the pale green center after the ubiquitous spinifex grass taking over nearly every square inch left bare by the small trees and shrubbery.

Then west into the majestic Macdonnell Ranges, culminating with a sweet hike up and around King's Canyon, site of a famous scene from the cult classic "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert".  I saw the movie at Tim's house the night before leaving on the roadtrip, and I assure you that witnessing the actor made famous by uber-serious roles of Agent Smith and Elrond dancing to Mama Mia in a blue sequined dress is a wonder to behold.

And finally Uluru.  Towering over us.  Over me.  Sitting alone with it, I began to understand the special reverence it inspires in the hearts of its native owners.  Like most other visitors, we complied with their request to not climb the rock.  Instead, we learned about the mala (wallaby) men who first climbed up in an ancient ceremony, the bark carved out of a tree to form simple but powerful spear throwers, and an actual blind mouse (marsupial) that lives underground and carries its pouch on its back.  After, we hopped over to the Olgas, standing tall in the shadow of Uluru. Against the backdrop of the mountains, we saw a kestrel dive from the heights to catch its dinner in flight - the beauty and harshness of the Outback in motion.