Glenample Camp – 11\/23\/2002<\/p>\n
In fact, the barely visible path leads us eastwards. Sometimes the trail gets lost in the void, but we can always find it again. We cross a beautiful avenue of trees that is rarely found here in the outback and enjoy being able to walk in the shade for a few minutes. Large pastures open up in front of us. Rotten electricity pylons that have not been used for a long time reveal the proximity of people. On the horizon, we can see a few barn roofs flashing in the sun. “That must be Glenample Station. Should we ask if we can stay there for a few days?” I ask Tanja in a good mood. “Why not? I think we’ve earned another rest.” “Rest is good. When I think about having to write down all the experiences in this heat, I feel dizzy,” I say.<\/p>\n
An hour later, I lead the caravan into the Homestead courtyard. “Is anyone home?” Tanja asks. “I hope so,” I reply, looking around. Suddenly, noises come from a nearby barn. A man sits on a small four-wheel drive vehicle. When he discovers us, he seems downright frightened. He comes to us immediately. “Hello, my name is Terry,” he introduces himself with an open laugh. “You don’t see an apparition like this every day. Thought I saw a couple of Arabs at first. The sight of you gave me quite a fright at first. I’d read about you in the newspaper, but I didn’t expect to see you on our station,” he says. It’s not long before he invites us to spend our break at Glenample. “You can put your camels in the enclosure over there. I’ll just get some water barrels and hay. You can store your equipment in the shed and if you like you can settle down in the little hut over there. It’s uninhabited at the moment. There’s everything you need in there,” Terry offers and has everything organized in no time. Happy to be staying with a very nice host again, we unload our animals and move into the tiny cottage. Large windows ensure good ventilation, but the thermometer still reads 40 degrees.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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