left: Doron 
right: Martin
We were surrounded by campers in all modes (caravans, trailers, cars, motorcycles and even cyclists), kangaroos, crows and other birds that were not at all shy and all the time tried to get something to eat.
Markus even saw one in the toilet (and you could see signs asking to close the toilet lid, so the animals wouldn’t drink there). But we managed to eat, disturbed only be those nasty flies.
Our first stops were Aboriginal heritage sites and lookouts over the chains of hills, the first called Sacred Canyon & Adnyamathanha Engravings where you found exactly that, a small canyon and some engravings, supposedly 10ths of thousands of years old.
We went a bit farther, because we were not sure if there is more to see and had a nice walk
At the Hucks Lookout, we got information about a re-vegetation project, “The Red Plain Paddock Restoration Project”, where they make long banks against eroding soil etc. They are still experimenting but have some first positive results. The other outlook (Stokes Hill?) informed about the genesis of the ranges and the Wilpena Pound that looks like a crater but is formed by different layers of stone pushing to and fro.
persons in a panorama photo look “panoramic”
We went on to the “town” Blinman to get a coffee and pies with Quandong, a local fruit, and I wanted to get an ice cream with that fruit, but it was sold out.
We passed the Parachilna Gorge and thought about doing camping there but first we wanted to compare with the camping site of Parachilna itself, near the Prairie Hotel where we wanted to have a political incorrect dinner, composed of Kangoroo, Camel, Emu and Goat. The campsite was not the most attractive one but finally we decided to stay there instead of going back to the gorge 2x and again 2x back to Parachilna. There, D’n’M had an intensive contact with nasty flies around eyes, noise and ears and with bindies, very stinging fruits or so of a kind of grass, like burdock in the state of war. But we cleaned the ground 2x before laying down two layers of footprint to prevent the tent from tearing.
Then we had a relaxed (apart from the flies) afternoon waiting to get hungry and for the right time for this dinner. M&M baked bread,
D’n’M read about gnocchis and why they sink or rise in the process of boiling whereas noodles behave differently.
We tried to make beautiful photos of the sunset, but it was not easy to hold the camera properly when some flies (did I mention them before?) to enter your head by all possible holes.
At the Prairie Hotel we tasted goat cheese and sausages made of Kangaroo, Camel and Emu. The main course was meat again from those animals. Kangaroo filet tasted best but you cannot really compare because Emu was minced, and Camel was a sausage. This time we got the ice-cream made of Quandong and as alternative Hibiscus, both tasting very nice. And, by the way, M&M bought a drawing, called “Awelye” (~ “women’s business” in
Alyawarr language)
