Indiana George and the curse of the sacred stones.

The sun was rapidly setting, he had to move fast. He had circled the great rock twice, once to get his bearings and to check for "Giribany" guards and the second time as a precaution. You couldn't afford to make any mistakes in his profession. And experience told him you can’t be too careful with the local customs and laws. To circle three times would have drawn suspicion and once was not enough. Having been in the "Exploring game" for over fifteen years this man was good at his job. On the second pass of what he considered the optimum drop zone he pulled the big 1200cc yaham-aha to an abrupt holt. He dismounted, his eyes scanned the bush like lasers for life. No sooner was he off the bike and with speed more becoming of a twenty year old athlete, he had the heavily worn backpack off and undone and the incriminating contents was at his disposal. Simulating a huge yawn he tossed the 3 rocks towards the mountain of red towering over him. He looked round to the bush, no response from anywhere, it seemed his luck was holding. He waited maybe 2 or 3 minutes before sliding to the back of the bike and undoing the solar powered beer cooler and after securing the beer in his stubby holder he drunk. Two days previously in a town called "Alice" 2 young women had approached him individually and told him of their terrible mistake and pleaded with him to help. It seemed that in the "outback" as they call it laid a huge rock called "Uluru" that the locals "Giribanys" or "Aborigines" as they are sometimes called call sacred. Whilst climbing the "rock" one of them had shall we say... Removed a part of it and a similar story for the other young lady!! Whilst talking to some people of Alice one night over some grog they where told of the terrible fate of those who remove part of the great rock!! And my job was to lug it all the way back and deposit it. Still teaches me for winding them up in the first place!!!!
Uluru was awesome as were the Olgas, a strange sight in the desert for sure. I sat and watched the sunset on Uluru and saw it change color from red to blue to different shades of red again amazing. And then on to Kings Canyon before heading back to Alice. It took 3 days to get down there see the sights and get back to Alice and I reckon I covered over 1300k there and back. I am now back in good old Alice Springs and am helping run the Alice Lodge Backpackers for a few weeks before I fly out. The bike is advertised in the local paper and the "Post" down in Sydney 4000k's away. So that if I don’t sell her here I can do so in New South Wales before I depart. So as my Australian adventure comes to an end I have found a real nice way to chill and get ready for the next stage. I had the best time believe it or not working with "Central Plant" in Alice Springs laying concrete for a few weeks! Really really, hard work and we laid so much concrete in those weeks even the local "Ready Mix" plant had enough one weekend!! 600 cubic meters of concrete in less than two weeks and after 6.00am starts and 8.00pm finishes sometimes I was ready for a rest. Its all good tho :-)
 

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