Spilt Peanuts of Windy Gorge, Kata Tjuta*
[Excerpt from The T-Team with Mr B: Central Australian Safari 1977.
The T-Team and how it all began. 1977, and Mr B and son (not their real names), unaccustomed to the joys and pitfalls of roughing it, joined the T-Team on their first adventure into Central Australia.]
Dad huffed and puffed as he hauled his weary body into the Land Rover.
Finally, a walk into prehistory, in celebration of an historic occasion as Trekking With the T-Team is now available on Amazon. Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for giving the opportunity to share the T-Team’s adventures in Central Australia.
Trekking with the T-Team—Ormiston Gorge
135km east of Alice Springs, nestled in the Central Australian MacDonnell Ranges is a scenic treasure, Ormiston gorge.
Again, thank you Mohamad Al Karbi for the opportunity to share this T-Team adventure as they explore Ormiston Gorge and then camp on the other side in the Pound.
Through Ormiston Gorge
[Extract from Trekking with the T-Team: Central Australia Safari 1981]
On the way to Uluru, a mesa rises from the plains—Mount Conner. Mysterious, and seemingly inaccessible, yet the manager of Curtain Springs Station granted the T-Team permission to explore this rise above the terrain.
I noticed on our trip to Central Australia in 2013, Mount Conner tours were available.
Again, many thanks to Mahamad Al Karbi for offering the opportunity to share my outback Aussie adventures on his site.
G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here with more adventures from the T-Team. This time our safari into Central Australia way back in the distant past, 1981.
Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for offering the opportunity to share the T-Team’s story.
[G’day, Lee-Anne Marie here from Australia. first of all, I’d like to thank Mohamad Al Karbi for inviting me to share my travel adventures… read more]
Glen Helen, Northern Territory
Friday, July 12
Central Australia had changed since I last trekked it in 1981. The landscape seemed greener, lusher, compared to 32 years ago. Good rains and buffel grass had made it so.
But, some things never change.
Mr K paced the gravel Strehlow Centre (art gallery and museum) car park. ‘I don’t want to be setting up camp in the dark,’ he muttered. ‘They’re late; we’ll have to go without them.’
Launceston. It’s not the biggest city of beautiful Tasmania, but it is literally, the heart of the state. Located in the centre of the uniquely shaped Australian state, visitors to the Apple Isle would do well to stop in for a few days and visit Launceston.
Launceston – LON-cess-ton