this glimpse into jasper's intimate hind quarters reveals the rather shocking reality of our morning appearance: we were like rockstars.
we said goodbye to the beautiful purnululu, with it's spikey greenery and magnetic termite mounds like tombstones, and slipped and slid all the way back to the great northern highway.
the next two days consisted of a massive drive from purnululu in WA all the way to katherine in NT. to break it up a bit, we had left one gorge in el questro unexplored - emma gorge.
and then we were off. our final stop in WA - the town of kununurra perched on the northern banks of the massive lake argyle - was a disgusting and surreal little place filled with roving bands of locals with a dead look in their eyes, and petrol stations filled with non-english speaking staff who were obviously stone-broke tourists trying desperately to claw their way out of town before they were sucked across a zombie-like event horizon and assimilated into the local culture. we didn't take the camera out because there was absolutely nothing to take a photo of, but in retrospect it was a good thing, as doubtless a local would have seized the object and smashed it - not out of malice or misunderstanding - but for no reason at all.
and then before we knew it we had crossed the frontière and were in the wonderful northern territory, champing at the bit for the second part of our trip: g+o's NT adventure! i leave you with this final and definitive evidence of the baobab's ascendency as the king of plants: when a tree spoons, there is nothing else to do but get down on your knees and worship it as a god.
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