mt Ebenezer

Hitting me @ Mt Eb
Its hitting me every now and then what an adventure we're on. Everday so different. Be's buzzing and amazing and awesome and living up to her name-windymole so well.only tears thus far have been onesof unbelief @ the generosity and goodness we ahve been shown. feel slightly lonely after 3 days @ Mt Eb, but being back on the bike felt amazing....woooooooo!!!!!! Mel xx

Mt Ebenezer - 200km from Uluru

Freedom to sit, lounge, daydream and sleep. I feel as though all are welcome to come here and drift away. Still over stimulated and excited to meet some of Chevvy's friends. Smiles, high energy and loud words explode from us as we approach the counter. Every roadhouse we visit we take over, staying 4 times as long as most. Here though it is madness! Bus loads of tourists, on their way to the rock, stop here. Tour guides usher them off the busses. Surging forward the masses sit inside and devour their sandwiches, salads and sweets. 15 min later and the round up begins, piles if plastic, cardboard and food scraps fall thoughtlessly into the garbage bin. Silence. Bewildered. Shrugging it off (what else can I do, I too am apart of the transient hoards) Igo and check out the local gallery. Women from the local community come to paint and design, food is their central theme. A special moment... "come, come watch" and we are invited into their creative space. No need for too much verbal communication. Such an honor, to be asked to share their art. "Photo", Rosie* mimes the action of taking a photo. Usually a no no or an exchange for money, but nothing more than a beautiful gesture and a memory. However rules are not meant to be disregarded and we are asked to leave. Humbled.

Be xx


Daydreaming by bike

After a short break from our bikes my bum finds itself back on the familiar narrow saddle. Again tired, yet I feel as though my legs are strong. After a short distance my mind wanders from the spectacular stars overhead to more personal and irrelevant things. Pointless distractions from the distance we are trying to make. I think about: returning the panniers to Duncan
living arrangements in Sydney
centrelink business in Alice Springs

Then to my right the suns starts to glow, her rays washes away all these trivial thoughts and again I'm left with nothing but awe at the diverse landscape. Not what I envisioned the desert to be. The ant hills which were sitting on the horizon are now standing tall on either side of us, strange trees line the ridges speratically. As it does to so many, the landscape appears prehistoric. My imagination takes over...
We began as biminisculeherbosaurus', over time we have evolved into biminisculeomniosaurus'! As we make our way across the land in search of greater food sources or a more satisfying climate we are passed by some caravaners. Ahh the inquisitive and generous - these I imagine are brachasaurus', also making the pilgrimage north. The cars, who move with speed and stealth, should always be treated with caution - much like the raptor. Finally the fiercest predator of all, the Tyrannasaurus Rex (AKA the road trains).
I love allowing myself to fall backwards into the arms of my imagination, bringing with me the landscape and teh new day. Another T.Rex roars up behind us, you can hear them miles away. The roar grows louder and we wobble off onto the gravel for protection. Safe. Back on the road. SNAP... an impressive sight brings me back to reality. A wedge tail eagle soars overhead. I love this country. I love my bike and the places it can take me.
Wow, only 5 km to stuart wells, my legs are strong and all I can think of is flavoured milk.

Be (windy Mole) xx