Yesterday, I had decided, that this time, I will go out some place nice and find out why do so many people come to this desert and enjoy it so much. More than that, I was getting bored with the monotony and needed a harmless short break.
I always had Kings Canyon on my mind because I had been referring to that tour for very different reasons from a very long time. Its the first morning tour to make people turn up at the desk and that's why it has been my cut off time to finish my back of the office work from whenever I started with my graveyards. Today I was going to be the one who gets on that bus and it was very exiting!
Some 300 Kilometers and one break for a coffee and a toast with Friend eggs, and we reached the place. There were just seven people on the tour and I think I was the most exceptional, for two reasons, I was alone, and I was too young compared to those people who were on the bus as tourists. Anyways, i didn't mingle with them more than a few smiles, the anti social i am!
The trek took us more than 100 metres high and lasted about 7 Kilometers long and 4 hours. Some knowledge, a lot of breadth-taking views, some captured on the canvas others locked in perishable memories. The trek took me way deep into thinking endurance, history, development and a connection between life, death and reincarnation. Of course all of that was not said and discussed!
Back on the bus, some good music blared in my ear, the bus strode past some familiar sites, it rained and that made me feel how happy I was after a very long time. My cheeks hurt but my smile wouldn't fade. Back in Yulara, the weather was little bit same, I got a feeling that in this remote region, Yulara was one of the most developed settlements, (the fact that mobile phone worked here, and there were hotel buildings in sight and the lawn was looked after, as against wild pieces of mountains and dunes everywhere else). I went home, the excitement continued for a while but that was an end of my excursion, a "rejuviant" after a long time.
