I emptied the three fuel jerries into the cruiser and had no problem reaching the resort campground with some to spare along the way we anticipated Ayers Rock like many millions of tourists before us I guess and when mt Connor came in to view we naturally assumed it to be Ayers Rock ( even though it was still 140 Kms further south )
We passed our parallel travelling family just out of kings creek and yakked briefly in the UHF and they had got stuck two times on boggy hole track for up to three hours the first day then 2 the next and kept calling on ch 11 for us as we had said we were staying around there but kept going , I felt so bad for them but they laughed afterwards at their lot on the track as you do afterwards .
Shahla still didn't believe us when we explained it was a common error and not the rock .
A quick stop at curtain springs for ablutions and we were nearly here.
We were given a site away from others as we requested however the wind made it difficult to put our annexe up so we didn't use it and after we where set up we went into the town common for some lunch , shopping supplies and information.
Lunch was the first hurdle as when the five of us hungry mob walked in an absolutely rude backpacker maƮtre de trundled and almost ran away from us and went over to discuss something that appeared rather urgent with the Indian chefs behind
the pass then another waiter then the bloke from ayers wok next door , with all of them looking at us , this was downright rude so I let them know and we were ignored so I gave the manager the big hands up to say WTF and we about face and took out money to the indigenous cafe across the court.
Good move as it turned out as the sandwiches they made to order with our scrumptious milk shakes were excellent , both in value and flavour , so good we had dessert there too , it was great to see William Angliss assisting in training these hospitality hopefuls as I know they did a great job with me (biased , yes you bet your butt I am lol.)
Then a little local indigenous bloke Leroy gave a a bush yarn on indigenous weapons and tools which dash enjoyed big time especially in regards to spears , axes and boomerangs and how to get spin ides resin to make his tools and weapons .
Then it was off to grab some groceries from the local IGA which we needed in most regards .
We grabbed a twin pack of Italian chickens to chick on the webber for a nice treat with salad .
Then a new lens cover to replace the one we lost as the stubby holder wasn't quite cutting the mustard .
We caught the setting sun from a campgound lookout nearby with a cold beverage and too many other people but who wouldn't want to come here , I can't believe it took us this long to come here but at least we were all together for this amazing experience .
We had planned to do the base walk around Uluru in the morning so it was a fairly early night but the bloody treatment plant or diesel generator behind us was bloody loud on such a quite night and we were on the next dune to it .
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