Tête en bas

If we wanted to sleep at the Devils Marbles, it was also in order to catch the sunrise in an amazing landscape. Over the last few weeks, I’ve seen so many sunrise! And I think that I just love this feeling. I might almost even think that I like waking up early. My clock woke me softly from my sleep. Outside, the colors are already amazing. Gabrielle has a hard time to wake up. She seems to be more interested to enjoy the view from the van window. I quickly prepare three teas, grab my flute, and join Mara on her rock.

There’s magical moment in life. Moments you know you’ll never forget. You just have to close your eyes to remember it. Listening to Mara, singing and playing flute, while watching the sunrise, is definitely one of those moment. When everything just seems absolutely perfect, when you feel that you are at the perfect place, at the perfect time, with the perfect peoples. I tell her a story I had in my mind for quite a while, but that I didn’t have any opportunity to share yet. It’s a story about sun, sunrise, and solstice. One that just fits with this perfect moment. I discover that telling stories in english is a hard exercise, but that I can do. And that I like. I spend some more time with Mara, watching the landscape, and being thankful to the sun via our music.

Gabrielle is waiting for us in the van, still a little bit asleep. Quick breakfast, before we go exploring the neighborhood, under a daily light this time. We all go out our own pace, in our own direction. The other camper van are leaving, one after an other.

We are the last to leave. I feel that I left a peace of my soul behind me. I feel like, as in Uluru, Kata Tjuta and Kings Canyon, I connect with all the surroundings. I might come back. Or maybe not. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m feeling so well. I’m happy.

As the day before, there’s no real interest on the road. We just go on. We have an other objective for tonight: the Daly Waters Pub, who’s actually the only next interesting point on the highway. If the landscape south of Alice Springs is inspiring, the north looks less interesting. Still a little bit of a desert, but not enough for me. Kilometers follow kilometer.

Once more, we reach our destination just after sunset. The Daly Waters Pub is famous all over Australia. A pause that people should not miss. I easily understand why.

We bump into the tasmanian family again, who invite us to there table. There’s a show every evening, and the place is full. A one man show from an humorist, who tells jokes, stories, sings some songs, and share some thoughts. There’s definitely a great atmospheres, and lots of laughs. For the part I can understand… Quite often, I share a look with Gabrielle, before laughing… because we don’t understand a word! Anyway… we really enjoy the evening!