09/21/14

Up the Guts – The Run for Home by The Caravan

OK.  It’s time to bite the bullet and accept that, since we’ve been home for three weeks, out trip has come to an end.

I think back and realise that this has been a common theme for me.  In 1999 we did an eight week world tour.  I kept a journal religiously…until those last couple of days in Hawaii which, to this day, remain as a couple of dot points on a serviette housed in the back of the trip book.  Our cruise was only seven days.  Day seven was a chore to write. I always thought the last day of our NZ trip written up on the flight on the way home. I mostly remember that flight for the Marlborough Savignon Blanc.

So it was the best of intentions that I would wind up the Up the Guts tour with its final blog as soon as we got home. Yet here I am, three weeks later. When your trip is good, be it a weekend, a month or longer, you feel somewhat empty when you get home.

However:  I do feel that the run for home is deserving of its own blog, and since Dave Reynolds has crashed out of the Eastern Creek race on lap one, I now find myself with some time on my hands.

Having had a fantastic night at Daly Waters (see previous blog), we headed for our next overnight stop at Barkly Homestead.  It was a chance for us to say our farewells to the ant hill Continue reading

09/1/14

Hello Feasting, My Old Friend: The Sounds of Silence Dinner, Uluru – A Review by The Caravan

Dined in July, 2014

From the minute we had started planning our Up the Guts trip and I had heard of the Sounds of Silence Dinner, I decided it was going to be a must-do. There is something about sitting out in the middle of nowhere, feasting on a native inspired menu that was just too alluring to resist.

It brought back memories to 1998.  My brother-in-law got married on the beach at Stradbroke Island at dawn.  There was just something special about getting all dressed up and then wearing bare feet with the sand between your toes and then later, still dressed in your finery, jumping on the local bus to the reception venue at the Little Ships Club. This time it was all about sitting at linen dressed tables, sipping wine from glassware, eating from China plates and doing it under the canopy of stars with the red dirt of central Australia beneath your feet.

The Sounds of Silence Restaurant is in the Northern Territory Restaurant Hall of Fame.  Now to be honest, I’m not sure Continue reading