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<\/a><\/p>\nI met up with my French friends: Simon showed us his panoramic photos he had taken from the top of Uluru, but for some strange defiance I didn\u2019t even want to take a look at them. We jumped into the car, drove to the place where all the tourists would go to observe the amazing change of color of the mountain in the twilight.<\/p>\n
We took some photos, and went to a free camping area, some thirty kilometres away, where we spent the third night in a row sleeping by the road. We bumped into Grey Nomads again and we shared our camp fire with them, while they treated us to toast bread for breakfast.<\/p>\n Since the ticket for the national park where Uluru was situated was valid for three days, we decided to visit Kata Tjuta, too: an enormous rock formation 25 kilometers westward from Uluru. Many people thought that it was much more attractive than Uluru. Unfortunately, we didn\u2019t manage to see whether it was true or not since, just as we passed the road which leads to Uluru, our car broke down.<\/p>\n Simon, the owner of the car, was desperate and tried everything in his power to make it start, but despite all the effort and help of the good people who would pull over to try to help us, we couldn\u2019t do anything so Simon had to go to a car mechanic, some 30 kilometers away. In the meanwhile, JB and I kept watch by the car and talked. After a while, the conversation led us talking about karma and trying to guess why the car broke down. At one point we simply looked at each other feeling dumbstruck, read each other\u2019s thoughts and burst into laughter. The day before Simon climbed Uluru, the holy mountain, even though he had been asked not to do that.<\/p>\n Right then I remembered Nimbin and a story which Deck, one of my friends from that heaven on earth, told me. He told me about his friend who had visited Uluru and, as a souvenir, took one rock which she had found near the mountain even though she knew that it wasn\u2019t allowed. The following day, she was informed that someone from her family had fallen ill, and she had to go back to England. On her way from the airport to her house she had a car accident so she had to spend an entire month in a hospital. During her stay at the hospital she remembered the rock she still had in her backpack. The rock that was, by the way, of a rich red color had turned grey in the meantime.<\/p>\n She called her friends in Australia and told them the whole story. After having it heard they said to her that she had to go back immediately to Uluru and put the rock where she had found it because that was the place where it belonged. They didn\u2019t even want to hear her suggestion that she would send the rock by post. So, as soon as she could, she returned to Australia, and the moment she left the airport she took a look at her backpack and there was quite a sight inside \u2013 the rock was once again of a rich red color.<\/p>\n Feeling rather dumbstruck, she put the rock back in the backpack, went straight to Uluru and put the rock where she had found it the first time. She told everything about her unusual story to a girl who worked in an info center; the girl simply smiled and told her to follow her. She led her to a room where she discovered a bunch of rocks all sent by people who claimed that the rocks brought them bad luck.<\/p>\n Maybe I should have told the story to Simon before he climbed Uluru. This way he had to pay 300$ just to take the car to the mechanic, and some 700$ for repairing the fuel pump.<\/p>\n That night, which we spent in the official camping area of the national park (17$ each \u2013 that was the first time I had to pay an accommodation in Australia), Simon shared his thought with us over a glass of beer \u2013 maybe I shouldn\u2019t have climbed Uluru<\/em>. JB and I simply exchanged looks and burst into laughter admitting that we had already concluded the same thing while he was gone. A strange thing, life is; karma too.<\/p>\n The same evening another two things happened: I met the father and the son from Colorado who told me that I would have to stay at their place in case I ever happen to find myself in the USA; and I witnessed a sin which is being committed everywhere, all the time \u2013 wasting food. There is a restaurant within the national park which serves food and drinks. Since the kitchen is being closed at 9 p.m. I asked the guys who worked there what they would do with all the leftovers. They said that they would throw it away. I asked them if I could do something, that is, if the food could be given to me, instead of being thrown in the trash, but their answer was expectable: if I do it, I could lose my job<\/em>. A minute after 9 p.m. I saw a guy throwing away the food in a dumpster, and there was enough of it to feed at least 30 people.<\/p>\n Do you know that more than 40% of food is being wasted, all around the world? Helloooo! Wasted! Ends up in a dumpsters. Do you see any logic in it? Where is the consideration for all the hungry ones out there? Where is the common sense? Yes, I have a degree in economics, so I can understand the economical reasons of wasting food. If the food was given for free, maybe everyone would want it for free.<\/p>\n Since we didn\u2019t know for how long we would have to wait for the car to be repaired I left the national park and, once again, I started hitchhiking<\/a><\/strong> towards north. Also, knowing that he had learnt his lesson, I left some money to Simon, so I could at least help him a bit with the costs about the car. I decided that that little good deed wouldn\u2019t be a part of my budget. Go ahead and sue me!<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n YT VIDEO – AUSTRALIA (2):<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n