It's not far from Alice Springs to our next destination of Kings Canyon but I have lots to do in the morning before we leave as I still haven't organised anything for my post Ozbus weeks. I am also struggling to keep my blogs updated without my beloved netbook. By the time we set off mid morning I've ticked off a number of possibilities and feel a little more organised. For lunch we will be stopping at a Camel Farm but as Rick pulls in we can only see a couple of mangy emus and a dead kangaroo in a pen. As we set up our picnic tables in the shade along the fence the emus stretch their long necks through to share our lunch. The dead kangaroo opens a lazy eye to see if its worth the effort of getting up and decides against.
We soy some tables and benches outside a cafe and move away from the starving emus. Still no sign of any camels. Inside 'Jim's Place' there are pictures all around showing his family history from Selly Oak in Birmingham and that of his faithful companion, 'Dinky' the singing dingo. Just as we are packing to leave, Jim himself, tells me to gather everyone around the piano and he will bring Dinky to entertain us. No-one believes me when I tell them but eventually we get a quorum. Jim takes some time to explain his life story and how he acquired Dinky. Just when we think he's getting to the point, we get the origin of the species in Australia. Dinky, meanwhile, has flopped on the floor next to him as if to say 'OMG, here we go again. Wake me up when he's done.'
Then, Dinky reluctantly approaches the piano and drags himself up and onto the keys. A few notes are tapped for him to tune into, Dinky clears his throat and starts to howl. We start to howl, with laughter. Dinky howls some more. We howl some more. Dinky howls louder. We howl louder. Dinky howls longer. We can't keep up. Dinky wins and we have wet oursleves.Dinky smirks and drops off the piano, whilst Jim starts again to tell us about other famous dingoes he has known. Dinky's heard it all before and decides to leave. He pulls at the lead but Jim has much more to tell us. Jim wins and Dinky flops back on the floor.You can almost see him putting his paws over his ears. Back on the bus and there are still no camels in sight.
We soy some tables and benches outside a cafe and move away from the starving emus. Still no sign of any camels. Inside 'Jim's Place' there are pictures all around showing his family history from Selly Oak in Birmingham and that of his faithful companion, 'Dinky' the singing dingo. Just as we are packing to leave, Jim himself, tells me to gather everyone around the piano and he will bring Dinky to entertain us. No-one believes me when I tell them but eventually we get a quorum. Jim takes some time to explain his life story and how he acquired Dinky. Just when we think he's getting to the point, we get the origin of the species in Australia. Dinky, meanwhile, has flopped on the floor next to him as if to say 'OMG, here we go again. Wake me up when he's done.'
Then, Dinky reluctantly approaches the piano and drags himself up and onto the keys. A few notes are tapped for him to tune into, Dinky clears his throat and starts to howl. We start to howl, with laughter. Dinky howls some more. We howl some more. Dinky howls louder. We howl louder. Dinky howls longer. We can't keep up. Dinky wins and we have wet oursleves.Dinky smirks and drops off the piano, whilst Jim starts again to tell us about other famous dingoes he has known. Dinky's heard it all before and decides to leave. He pulls at the lead but Jim has much more to tell us. Jim wins and Dinky flops back on the floor.You can almost see him putting his paws over his ears. Back on the bus and there are still no camels in sight.
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