But nah, it was amazing. We caught some rays, had a swim then moved onto the next stop which was lunch closely followed by Ellery Creek Big Hole, another water hole you can swim in.
Oh its a bloody hard life init.
We accosted a bloke on the way who was wearing an "It's Feral" t-shirt and made him have his photo taken with us. I quite sure we didn't scare him too much and he could have said no if he wanted. I mean, there's one of him and only 11 of us, right?
Eventually we rocked up to Alice Springs and went to our separate hostels. I'd booked into Annie's Place on the advice of a German bloke I met in a hostel in Port Campbell over a cup of tea. Its nice enough, only went there to sleep though. I had a shower and enjoyed being clean for a total of 11 seconds before I stepped out of the air conditioned room and resumed sweating profusely.
We all met up at Bojangles which has all kinds of exciting things like free peanuts (and they even let you throw the shells on the floor), food and beer. There's a live web cam feed so people all over the world can watch you dancing and they can request tunes.
Told you you weren't gonna live that one down, darlin ;)
Good food, awesome company, copious amounts of beer and dancing and free peanuts. A fitting end to a feral tour methinks. Can't wait to see you guys down the Painted Desert in the USA for our reunion.
See, told you.
"There's nothing to do in Alice Springs," I was reliably informed by the lass at Peter Pan Travel in St Kilda when I booked the Heading Bush 10 day outback tour, "Just get yourself a good book and sit by the pool for two days while you wait for the Heading Bush two day express back to Adelaide."
I still haven't read the book.
Ok, so I'm not saying that Alice is a 24 hour party town but when ya rock up with 10 of the best people in the world there's no time for this Sitting By The Pool stuff unless its with an esky of beer, pizza and your mates which was the order of the day on Thursday.
Alice is an odd place though, it was foolishly hot and it wasn't even summer. Its a decent sized town an all with these random reminders that you're actually in the middle of the desert and its an odd mix of backpackers, Aboriginals and white locals.
Yeah that's right, I said chips, not fries! Ha!
I'd stayed in touch with Toni whenever I had phone signal and she said I could stay with her and her Thai friend Tuk when I got back to Adelaide which was cool. Apart from mooning Groovy Grape and taking photos of a naked puff on a salt lake it was a pretty uneventful ride down, we stayed at Coober Pedy and drank lots of beer.
I rocked up to Tuk's place on the Sunday evening and spent the ensuing 9 days being fed Thai. Tuk is awesome, she's a top lass and as for Toni... well, she rocked my world.
All in all, not a bad time back in Adelaide methinks.