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West Macdonnell Range

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Who’s Minma exactly? It’s what australian call a « station wagon ». One of those pretty long car, that make travelers happy, because it’s so easy to sleep inside. The idea might sounds strange, but I did buy a car in order to go even slowly when traveling. It’s nice to know that I can stop as long as I want, anywhere, now. The other good thing with those travelers car, is that they have millions of kilometers behind them, and you sometime have the feeling that they will never stop. And, because of there age, they are really, really cheap. So here I am, as a motorized traveler. And we have decided, with Hripsime, to discover the West macdonnell Ranges, in order to check that the car works well. And, of course, to discover the landscape. Because when you leave Alice heading west, it’s just amazing.

The program is pretty basic. Follow the road, and stop every 10 to 40 kilometers, to enjoy all the amazing things to see.

Simpson Gap

Gap are quiet common in the area. It’s those little gorge, carved by river in the surrounding mountain. Interesting to realize that water, so absent from the landscape, just create every thing here.

Stanley Chasm

Probably the most known stop in the West macdonnell Ranges. Here, the wall of the mountain are so close that you have the feeling to walk in a corridor. It doesn’t miss that much that you can touch both side of the mountain. Stanley Chasm is full of majesty, and of a tranquil power so amazing.

The place is gorgeous. We left Alice Springs quiet late, so we decide to stop here for the night. When I’m walking between those stone wall, I can’t stop thinking that it would be an amazing place for fire picture. And then, it’s full moon. With the moon straight over the chasm, the view is probably amazing. But… well, it’s really cold during the night. I’m not sure I’ll be feeling courageous enough to go back…

It was, of course, without taking in account the random meeting you always make when traveling. I don’t remember his name. He was Irish. He lived in Hungarian for a while, before coming to Australia. He came to start a fire. We talked a little bit together. He told us that his daughter was coming with some friend from Alice to celebrate the full moon. There was his daughter, his son, his wife, two australians and a french. We all gather around the campfire, talking and enjoying its warmth. Until I saw to fire stick on a table. Not so long after, while the moon wast just perfect, we were lighting the place with our dancing flame. And it was the opportunity, for me, to play didgeridoo while the brother and the sister were singing traditional irish songs…

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