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Category Archives: Ripping Red
Day Twenty-Seven: From The Top Of The Rock To The Rings Of Saturn.
The toe bone’s connected to the foot bone, the foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone, the ankle bone’s connected to the leg bone, the leg bone’s connected to the knee bone, the knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone, … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Six: No Walk In The Park.
Following what we thought was a fairly epic wander through the bush yesterday, our bodies were screaming out for a rest, so we gave them just that, to an extent. Rather than rushing back into the national park at an … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Five: ICONIC.
Today was the day. Since we had been waylaid yesterday afternoon and hadn’t had the opportunity to view Uluru, apart from at a distance whilst standing atop the roadside sand dune, we are going to make sure we get a … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Four: Harder Than It Needed To Be.
After a freezing night camped at a non-descript roadside rest area, somewhere between Erldunda and Yulara, we had a leisurely lie in this morning, awaking to find that we and a sole whizz banger were the only occupants left. By … Continue reading
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Day Twenty-Three: West, South, West.
Argh, whose idea was it to get up at 7:00Am in the bloody morning? Oh, that’s right, it was mine. I was having serious second thoughts as my eyes slowly creaked open at the first sounding of the hideous notes … Continue reading
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