So here we are in the, center of the driest country on earth and we go for a short drive from Alice Springs to a place called Palm Valley. So named because it gets its name from a desert oasis of palm trees.
Walking along a track where on one side you have very typical desert cliffs and ghost gums. The other side if the track is the valley floor covered in palm trees. The only palm trees in central Australia. They really do not look like the belong there.
We then camped at the campground in the Finke Gorge National Park, tents again.
Dingoes everywhere! One pinched our bread while we were cooking the BBQ. He then came back for whatever else he could get.
The kids were on a dingo hunt, looking for him everywhere.
When we got up to go to the toilet later there were at least 3 dingoes sitting in the bushes not 5 meters away. We could later hear the ransacking people’s camps.
(I had put our stuff away by this time). I’m not that silly!