THAT’S A BIG FUCKEN ROCK!

We attempted to leave Marla early and got up at 6. The car was already half packed and things should have been quick and easy. Note: should have been. Some of us take longer in the bathroom than others, and don’t point that finger at me first, because you’ll be sadly mistaken. Closer to two hours later, we’re on the road. We’ve had some stinking hot drives, but this one wasn’t all too bad. At first. Then it got STINKING HOT as per usual. It is sticky and humid and sometimes rather horrible to be quite honest.

On our way we stop a couple of  times, once to photograph a dead cow. As you do. Or as we do anyway. And no, it’s not “eeeeeewwwww”. It’s as interesting as anything else. Although a lot smellier.

We get in to the resort around Uluru and set up camp. Ben was first one out in the pool, and we soon followed. That pool was ridiculously hot, man... My guess was around 27 degrees, Steinar’s 30.

Anyways, that night I get a phone call a while after Eirik has gone to bed. It’s him calling me from the tent. He calmly tells me to be careful when going to bed because he has just had a snake under his tent. The rest of us kind of freak out a bit, Ben taking the lead of the Itteh Bitteh Kitteh Freak Out Commiteh.

Ben: “ Did Eirik sound scared?”

Dida: “It’s Eirik, man. He’s always cool.”

As is usually the case. The man has the ability to stay seemingly calm and composed during whatever shit’s going on. Gotta admire that, man. Personally I was a little freaked, I’ll admit that, but I was still brave enough to walk Ben to his swag and make sure he was ok. Must be the mothering instinct or something.

Next day rained us in and was spent working, doing laundry and all those things. This is no recreational holiday. Make no mistake about it. There’s filming, writing, photographing, recording, editing, transcribing, and it’s making me dizzy just thinking about it. It’s a big project to pull off with limited time, people and money, but it looks sweet as.

On the day we’re leaving we manage to get in and see Uluru. Now. The night before saw us have a few in the resort bar and we were all pretty wasted by the time we went to bed. Wake up call was set to 4.50 in the morning to get the sunrise. I’ll cut a really long story short and just say that we were on the sunset side of Uluru for the sunrise. Not the best of mornings in more than one way. I was still intoxicated when I woke up. And we didn’t drink that much. Dehydration is a killer. We drove around the thing later, and it’s a big fucken rock. I was pretty impressed, but I think I would have been even more so if I had gotten closer and walked around it. But, yes, it was pretty sweet. And oh, don’t forget scorching hot as always. It’s too freakin’ hot!!

 Images will follow soon. I am currently fighting the battle of the uploads.