Camping Ground Culture

Our first night in Uluru was weird hearing a huge dingo fight just as we were going off to sleep very close by our van. Fortunately the kids were asleep or they wouldn’t have stepped out of the front door this morning. After the honey coloured dingo I saw chewing on the freshly felled cow carcass at the side of the road earlier today the thought of all those teeth flashing and drooling was just too much (no I didn’t stop for happy snaps).

At 5am I awoke to a very loud foreign tourist across the road. Thirty other people were getting ready to leave also but this guys voice was louder and more grating than anyone else’s I’ve heard. At 6.05 am when same said gentleman yelled out to his tour guide “What do you want me to do with these tent poles?” I felt Gary’s hand not so gently clamp over my mouth with a gritted teeth whisper in my ear ‘"Ev……No! Don’t tell him where...!!"

Over breakfast we watched the domestic bliss next door of parents and two kids packing up their camper-trailer. I pointed out to our loud bunch how well mannered and quiet they were. Sixty-five minutes later ( they were still packing up) the boy and girl got into a huge fist fight with the seven year old girl then turning on her mother kicking, biting and screaming at her to shut-up before starting on her little brother again. Our three were standing at the window wide eyed and mouths wide open momentarily stunned by the action. Rachel – first to find her voice in her best plummy English accent “You were saying, Mother? We ARE noisy but we DO have manners!” Point taken.