I met Mel our tour guide and the rest of the tour group who numbered 20 in total and were a mix of ages and nationalities.
Our tour bus |
The echidna from Expo' 88...those were the days |
Mt Connor or "Fooluru" |
Salt Lake |
Collecting and bundling up the firewood...go team! |
My first view of the rock.... |
I rock |
I was in two minds as to what to do. I had spoken to a few people who had climbed and they said it was fantastic but I also had concerns about not wanting to be disrespectful to the area and the local people.
When we got there the climb was actually closed due to high winds and I was relieved as I thought that had made my mind up for me.
However as soon as we finished our brief tour and were told we had free time to explore, the climb opened again so for better or worse I saw that as a sign to climb.
Apparently more than 30 people have died trying to climb it (by falling off or having a heart attack) and I can understand why!
The climb is not for the faint hearted.
The first part of the climb...eek |
With the wind starting to pick up it was at this stage where I started to have second thoughts about climbing.
I didn't want to become another statistic and didn't want my friends and family to have the embarrassment of having to tell others how I died...
But I met a girl who was also having second throughts and we powered each other up to the top where the views were pretty special.
Halfway up |
Made it! |
Two of the best fed little boys in Sweden...I kid you not |
After that, and the tour group feeling a bit merry from the champers, we drove back to our camp at Yulara singing along to "Waltzing Matilda", "Home Among The Gum Trees" and a song with the chous "Come to Australia...you might accidently get killed!" haha
That night we unrolled our swags out and slept under the stars - magnificent.
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