22nd July 2010
Tonight is our last night in the Northern Territory. Tuesday afternoon after spending the day at Desert park checking out all sorts of critters we packed up and headed out of Alice. The last two stops were to the Tyre shop to pick up our Tyre that was meant to be ready; unfortunately we picked the wrong place and the wrong guy to source the wheel we needed. The place was on the Highway and the guy was the sort that speaks a lot of crap but doesn’t actually get much done…… He was nice and friendly but he didn’t come up with the goods so we are now picking up, well hoping to pick up a new one in Mt Isa tomorrow.
Last stop was to grab our washing (nice clean smelling clothes, which now smell like smoke again) from the caravan park. Here, we ran into the little pink, pliffy, poofy woman. I didn’t even know they existed, when I say "they" I mean the “thing” that turns the normal old lady into the pink, ploofy, plify, ploffy woman. I can remember back to the cold winter nights when mum would wrap you in those full piece Pyjamas with the buttons leading from you neck all the way down to your belly. No long sleave shirt and bottoms the all in one suits.
Well you generally grow out of them by about three or four, five or six if you're lucky. In the Caravan parks of Australia they are making a come back. They are making their way into the night time wardrobes of caravaning women. Full piece, full grown adult sized, light baby pink, equipped with lace and buttons, nice comfy track suite material, full length head to toe, all in one sleeping suits! (And they are allowed to be worn out in public, incase your interested in investing in one).
We camped the night 30k out of Alice right on the Tropic of Capricorn, a great little spot we wish we had found earlier in the week before we forked out the cash to be crammed into the leftover areas in the caravan parks. But hey it’s all part of the experience. We pulled up at about 5o’clock right on to a piece of human poo. You would think people would be a little more considerate and do there business in the bush, on a toilet, in hole, anywhere really other than the parking area in front of the fire pit and picnic tables. Luckily some crazy Dutch people and a dodgy looking man with a beard ran out arms flying to let us know that is was human faeces we were about to get a little bit close to, so we moved up a few spots to find a good piece of bitumen for the night.
After dinner and an incredible sunset, the rest of the night was spent by the camp fire chatting away with the Dutch people and the strange bearded man. The bearded man was towing a caravan behind his cruiser. The Caravan was so full of his stuff he could no longer fit in it so he now sleeps on a swag out side the car while all his worldly possessions take up space in the warm cosy caravan. So we shared some stories, swapped advice and every 30 minutes of so we would take it in turns to run out to the late comers piling into the camping spot to let them know they were about to camp on top of Human poo!
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